1/27/2011

In the darkest hour Of the warmest night Comes a soul That used to shine bright It drifts up the streets And down the sidewalks And watches as smiles fall With the final chime of the clock The black seeps in the cracks Through the puddles buried in your mind Poisoning the water And twisting your thoughts into a bind Charcoal scrapes away every surface Leaving behind an inky mess Drowning out all the light And replacing pools with darkness The burns are left behind When the night is washed away As a reminder of the pain That you feel every day However, that midnight torture is entrapment Of the mind Of the body Of the soul But it’s not really dark It’s as bright as the sun It’s only shrouded Cloaked in all-consuming shadows waiting to come undone