Still Worthy of a Tomorrow…
The empty bed accuses.
Worthlessness creeps around corners.
Hidden heart-hallways of darkness,
Intertwined attacks by silent loneliness,
Overwhelm undisturbed sheets,
Head-deprived pillows and a weary soul.
One dream swirls above,
In search of another.
Faded imaginations and vagaries
Pepper a dreary sleep-landscape,
A life born of nothingness.
A billowed ember from damp, cold fortunes.
A baby step.
If she would but appear
Loneliness would dissipate
A life still worthy of a tomorrow after tonight’s midnight in her heart…