Loose Trance

Observing scratches atop a writers' desk

Pages torn and faded into excess

A horrendous call of pain and plea

A desperate attempt to silence need

Empty scrolls of desolate fiction

Convert blank canvases to remorse and affliction

Sitting, staring at my voluptuous muse

Pondering the coverage of the ubiquitous news

I reside loosely in a trance, but translucent to you

Eyes glazed in after-life, blood filing into uncomfortable shoes

The reality sets in on what is proceeding

No reversal nor stopping the floorboards from seeping

Falling through the gaps of the basements' ceiling

Staining the memories, left for revealing

Lifting your body through the threshold of home

The finalized result of that first cast stone

Begging for forgiveness, a treacherous toll

Kill or be killed, by my torturous soul