WL Schuett

Choices

nude on the bed windows wide open 

upstairs a lone candle is burning 

forsaken thoughts 

a door that won\'t close 

soft rememberances full of yearning 

 

hidden in a veil of fragmented shadows 

whispers on sheets , a quiet separation 

unspoken sorrow 

a sea of despair 

damp with tears cries of frustration 

 

shimmering softly in faded background 

soft summer breeze put the candle down 

darkest hour 

unchosen hell 

looking for that which cannot be found 

 

a critical point life in the balance 

darkness and light superimpose 

midnite passes 

relit the candle 

finding the strength to put on some clothes