miserable thoughts of impeding loneliness,
leave hollow shadows that gather at the edge
of youth-faded eyes,
the intensity of the reality demonstrates
its strength across the muscles of the shoulders,
nightmares are a pleasant welcome
to the sudden flashbacks of tormented turmoil
caught in the reflection of a car
against a business window,
there's an un-understandable depth
of intensity that rages
within the vein walls,
with the used oxygen blood
and the thump of rage
forcing fresh inhaled thoughts
into the eyes of the mind,
it's a place no one can reach,
the closest is a distant country mile,
once it had opened
with the overflow of the water
at the crest of the dam,
now it lies dormant with the unilluminated soul,
finding emptiness in the hurt
filled oblong salt drops,
swept away in the whisk
of the reverse of the hand,
tension releases in the clasp
from fury unmatched,
held in years of sea bottle turmoil,
lying strictly at the edge
of narrow red driven eyes,
a clasp of leather
and the cold touch of the cement wall
brings sanity back
to the forefront of reality,
where disillusion had run,
reasons fail to exist
in the visions that plaque,
reminiscent of the medieval plaques
of a past Europe,
time filters in leaving marks
on the surface,
hiding the scars further down
in the chambers.
