Dark Poem

It always hurts with desolate thoughts
In the unwanted hours.
1:27 and rain on pain of glass
That patters gently on untimely despair
You think that I am fine like you
In this pregnant psychosis, but I am not cold
Like the frosted night solidifying exactitude of
1:30 time when you are not mine,
Just angry and a little bitter
Cruelty cares less if you are not
Beside me curled and warm
So that I am safe in enveloping you-ness.
1:33 and I am cross with foul loss
This broken mood passes with rising light
Love confusing truth with me as it
Slips from my mind and nothing is
Remembered but the mask of
Sleep.



Music- None.

xxx