It flows like honey down my throat,
dissolves into a river of rapture
spinning, swirling, and caressing
my imagination, inviting me on a wild ride
through chiffon curtains and breezy clouds.

I close my eyes and disappear into
its royal purple,
its majestic red,
its loyal blue.

I am smitten by its affection as it whispers
bold promises to keep me safe, and calm,
...alive and happy.

I fancy myself to be a sassy yellow bowl
as it spoons its essence into my senses,
sweet and fresh,

As night pulls down its wild dark curtains
And heavy eyelids drop lazily,
I ponder with spider-like loomed shadows,
Thoughts torture my broken, weary soul.

Everything around my room plays tricks;
Shadows with shattered hearts wander,
Carrying bloody, slaughtered dreams,
All howl, moan in pain, "that's insane, that's insane."

I seek a way out, is there no escape?
The door's locked with heavy chains.
Windows, it seems, are all covered with tar,
Behind the sill, bars add weight.

I squeak open the rusty door
and moist morning air comes pouring in
just like so many times before.
Time another day begins,

A couple steps onto the weathered deck
and grey squirrels start to bark at me.
I shrug my shoulders and stiff neck
in the shadow of a huge oak tree.

I blink and a deer simply appears.
It stops, stomps feet and stares at me
then drops it head without a care.
He walks away ignoring me.

There is a silent
that holds with a
sadness expression
on a mother’s face
with the carrying instinct
deep emotional state
agony sorrow pain
embrace her with
mourning of a lost child
A heartbreak of solemn
remains untold
from the depression
streaming tears like
a flowing river
Filled with fear
of unspoken words
from the devastating
linger to a broken spirit
taking to the verge of despair
whisper of suffering remain
in bearing stage