OUT OF THE BLUR

Out Of The Blur

Here in this nightmare of events, such disconnected,

Sitting in the corner, having beautifully fallen apart. 

When agony screams and taunts her name.

Like an open inferno that challenges her insanity;

With this is how you feel, the pain of running from

The dark sounds from inside over time, you’ve

become a glass box: where the black ravens come

to sing your name, a forgotten tune, to the reality

of your emptiness. 

Don’t look back to the underworld; romance is in the

Winter watching,, waiting for the ice around your heart

To melt motion. Now, every morning in uncertainty,

open the door and let the colors of certainty in.

Birds singing, spiders and snake dancing.

Out of the blur.