let the darkness play on
silence dancing in my head
shadowy images fill my eyes
of things that never were
whispering their lies
enticing me to believe
happiness held just out of reach
swirling taunting teasing
the last hopeful breath released
the stuttered inhale of sadness
you were a simple trick of my mind
a dream that blew away
I am, in no way, by any stretch of the imagination, a writer.
I woke this morning with this in my head and wrote it down.
6 June 2009