Born of the dark - living within Shadows

This is a continuation of my poem 'Born of the dark'

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Between the sheets of silence

I weep.

While winds of time stand still

Songbirds cry not for me, they lay hidden,

undisturbed

till mornings light graces sullen skies.

In the cold darkness I plead for sanity

safety

redemption

hope

peace.

Only hollow cries of despair echo back.

a needle

a pill

weed wrapped in soiled paper

The only patron saints of relief I know

though they be false prophets for the damned.

It is all that binds my frail soul from taking flight into the unknown

for if unwanted here, where would I be welcomed.

Kingdom of heaven is for the pure

Hell is where I already exist.

Though there be no fires to warm my bones

It is the cold bite of reality

letting me know I yet live.

This surreal world shatters as once again

by rough hands, lacking empathy shake me awake.

Thrust me upward.

Forced to stand upon muscle-less limbs

I stagger forward.

Voices break through the foggy fourth wall

of my one-dimensional life

Flashing lights disorient an already disoriented

Clarity is dim, yet the familiar stench of stale bodies

packed within the confines of a metal box

return me to a place I have come to know.

Patiently I await

the steady rumbling motion rocking me to slumber

with one thought before I fade into the dark

a dry place to sleep

warm food

for tonight.

It is the closest to heaven

I may ever come.