Day and night lay intertwined
Beneath the blankets of loneliness.

She stares transfixed upon
Moisture stained glass;
Artificial twinkle
Imitating happiness.

Her heart beats broken melodies
Evoking another storm;
Ripples of traumatic memoirs
Cascading against erupting thunder.

Imaginations crumble
Beneath the condescending
Reality.

She closes her eyes,
Wishing the darkness
Will dissipate the mood.

Published by David W. Jones

Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones