Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap...

Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...

Thunder rolls through the air
ferrying a heavy darkness...

When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...

I can still feel the chalk dust
as it clogs my nose and infiltrates...

With winters silent shroud the forest waits
for formless foggy breath to evanesce...

Silence covers all with bold embrace
Her hands and fingers dance with lissom grace...

At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...

Today is monochromatic
and shrouded in mist I am...