Poem

The Clouds Have Gathered…

as
stars close their eyes
and refuse to shine
darkness drips
from the walls
of my room and
like dewdrop
falls over a
sea of silence.

outside
a
distant bell
chimes
and
kamikaze masks
hovering in mid-air
squabble
but never rhyme
toxic smoke
swirling from their veins
paints grey
the make-shift sky.

alone
remains
the true self.

– TheMadLad