Darkness, filling in the coldness
of dusk;
deafening silence of the dark
you can almost touch;
in the stillness of the night
you can clearly hear -
the falling of a tear in the
land of despair.
No wind blows through this barren land;
the silence echoes and re-echoes
in my still-wrought mind...
blocking all that there is to hear-
only a whispering voice that says:
"the end is near."
Death for once is a welcome friend;
it's knowing all turmoil has come to an end.
