Always Dark

It is always dark here,
in this room of perpetual fate.
The clang-clang-clanging
of the world outside
barely touches the noise in my head.
My thoughts are like a scar
I keep rubbing to remind myself of things.
Breathing cuts me from the inside out.

It is always dark here,
where dream and nightmare
become part of a living world.
My sighs reach out
among wailing voices
waiting for the touch of a lover
who will never be.

It is always dark here
even with the sun in my eyes,
drying tears that have yet to touch my cheeks.
Shadow eats away at the place
beneath where my body lies.
I dream, scream and awake
day after day.
No matter where I go
it is always the same-
it is always dark here.

Juge Sopczak