sleeplessness, the inside;
window shines of nightmare dreams;
inside my room all alone with little dark things.
a mystery, plays the dark and passes on its demonic laugh;
there is no sadder wind that shakes me of my pain;
like a corpse, dust to dust,
the trees, in tireless air,
a sentence- no words - but a sacrifice,
in a turning wheel from the faceless air,
a drowning night in moonless face;
in water - in dark and vanish;
a place where a soul dies like flowers on hardwood;
a graveyard.
© Copyright 2010 Laverne
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