this place thick with silent screams
hot breath bathed in hazards
suddenly out of luck
heart races, breathing rapidly
where a gaze becomes fixed unconsciously
susurrous dreams in fragments
harsh shadows on walls
cries of desperation still quietly sob
by those who are trapped outside their own lives
in slow moving perception
feel the familiar looseness of the yellow light
that leads to a closed door
feel the muscles that suspend eternity
deep inside itself
nothing more
sleep beneath the blaze is sore
obscenely dissident
something wrong a single time
finds needs for sentiments of pleasure
and to possess new life!
Deep! I loved this line:
'cries of desperation still quietly sob
by those who are trapped outside their own lives'.
Wow, nice!
D.