Within a soul, The darkness seeps;
Into the soil, Puddling liquid of thoughts,
Tearing like clothing in high winds, Branches screeching across the glass of my eye, Blinding the sight of an ear;
The fog eyeing my pupils thought, trying, too, distraught to control his thoughts;
The crow pierces through the dark gloomy sea, Of the night loneliness came for thee;
Meditation attacked with flashbacks of, he'll; have to combat the cold damp swell;
Bruised heart , frost bitten with speckled hope, Lying to himself as though eloped;
Yet all he craves, beneath this frozen skin, Is the tremor of warmth from her breathing sin, A whisper’s touch, a pulse, a plea,
To melt the dark that dwells in me. ..