The sound of emptiness


There is a place where empty souls find rest

From the relentless dust of days that simmer black

And for a time it fills the void with noise so white

That colour’s memory refuses to come back.


I let the rain freeze on my collar-bones

And prayed that it would never let me feel

For when the thunderstorms awake within

The last respite of flesh on bone they steal.


So cold… this endless gaol always finds a way

To tear me down, smashing through all hope

And when another dawn breaks through again

The light bleeds blue in twists of scarlet rope.


Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper