pomegranate tears and deep dark fears

short poems: Part 11

But despite our villain’s malicious intent
To our own minds we happen to pay the most rent

Ephermal delirium in our breath
Fox trot to romance; waltz to death

For darkness is 

Where darkness came

That which lightly crosses

And is never the same 

We are flying down from skyscraper heights

To see miles upon miles of star-bright lights

Don’t know where to go

Because I’m stuck in limbo.

Gray mists surround my mind

Losing thoughts impossible to find.