self

A darkness falls over yonder.

A heart beats no longer.

Trees sway, and the earth shakes as I lay awake.

Funny how my mind thinks of recollections long gone.

Only a shadow of a lonesome dove who cried out of love.

Blood of red, white of flesh, perhaps there's something left.

You scream; it seems unfair that no one cares, but is anyone truly there.

Left alone with no thoughts but your own.

You sit at your bedside with a pen and notepad entwined, writing out a plea of a life undefined.

But corrections people cry like a blind parrot that doesn't want to hear it.

Fix thine self like there's something wrong.

But as you look in the mirror, you find that they were wrong; you were just fine all along.