Sorrows
I have fallen in my sorrows.
I wonder if
their mine?
Dark corridors of mortar
I question where is
time?
Grasping walls for meaning
they melt within me now
Here was
wisdom
but now I sense death
pounding now within my
breath
I see my blood spilling on the floor
my eyes are
gleaming as if for more
This is not me
it can not be
I must
of gone away.
I look up, the sky is brown.
Colors mean
nothing
they never were found.
Someone speaks, the words are
blurred.
I ask for direction or if any was known.