Darkened room, blinds drawn tight against an

Unwanted day, curtains pulled to hide the blinds

Like the mask she wears to cover her pain, a mask

Of poor design that slowly crumbles into bitter tears.

Curled up in a ball of self-comfort, arms wrapped

Around knees, mask laid aside, no longer wanted

It turns to dust, as she lies in a troubled bed of twisted

Sheets and unnamed sorrows she cannot understand.

Trapped in a pain that always lingers, minutes seem

Like hours, hours filled with a kind of nothingness

That defines the very nature of what she thinks her

Life has become, just another shadow in a darkened room.

Giving up seems much easier than getting up, her sobs

Unheeded, deep wounds of self-destruction that pour

Forth from a place buried deep within a broken soul

Marred by shortcomings only she can identify.

Her bedside clock ticks off another sixty seconds

Of eternity while shadows deepen…

END

“Darkened Room”