Cold walls wet with dew,
A long darkness that stretches out–
Hesitant to take a step,
Mired in uncertainty and fear.
The shadow of gloom,
Hanging heavy like a rain cloud,
Sinking in like a fanged wind–
Tearing down the center of warmth,
Pushing in until the fire is out.
The emptiness aches,
Disappearing into the deep nothing–
A vase of roses hits the floor and shatters–
Only fragments remain if what had been.
Another promise unfulfilled,
Winding deep into the black,
Where no light can touch.