From the light into the darkness

I don't know when I stumbled from the light into to the darkness, in the shadows my senses are numbed. It feels a long time since I made daisy chains on the lawn as a child. In the Summer when the sun's heat beat down on my hair and made it shine. Was I happy then? I can't remember.

Eyes behind glass

Behind the glass and locked inside her marble cast, unable to utter a sound she watches out of her dusty paned windows. Time passes, the dust and cobwebs ever increasing little by little, she can hardly remember her name some days. It was Rebecca. No one seems to notice as the people hurry by her each day and night whilst they go up and down the busy street in the town.

Talons clinging

With his talons clinging so tightly to the branch, the lone crow ceases his call and in the distance he hears the whispers of the trees. He knows what they say, he's so aware of the sights and sounds from the conspiring arboretum all around him. He doesn't like to hear their whispers and to feel the turmoil of emotions inside of of himself. He wants to keep flying towards the sun, the ultimate source of life and destruction, and never stop. To keep flying on and on and on, until his wings are agonized, burnt out and cease to function. Life hurts.

I seek life

I seek life
...non stirs
.....they, they sleep deep
.......I walk on
.........alone...