Pressed

There rests a shadow of a broken life

A growing void within my soul

Where lonely voices echo as empty caves of coal

And from the darkness I cannot withdraw

The senseless wearing, tearing, breathing host

From which a budding rose leaves me in awe

A blackbird's mourning crows

Hinder daylight as she grows

With subtle glints of red in shadows old

That say no more of wishes robbed or sanity mauled

Where only thoughts of wilting, crying, shedding petals

Consume her as they pressure down a life distraught

Plates of glass meet her whole

As they softly, blindly shimmer

In the reflected light of a tortured sinner

And slowly close in no heeding of her pleas

For suffocation, asphyxiation, desperation to believe

How no longer damned she may be in her attempts lost to be free

Free from sweet and trusted lies

From behind a pair of hollow eyes

Where her stomach cringes and traumatic heart yet aches

As the fragile plates keep pressing down

With her head throbbing, pulsing, barely living

For she sees no other way as the glass collides

                                                 to seal her fate