Black Out

A rocking chair settles in the core of darkness Time flows through the room Narrow room Empty as a drum Four walls No threshold to help me run! Silence speaks Screams its words out Candle light grows dim A symphonic humming of trees And the yawn of the night Fills the room A wind crosses through a sealed window Leaving an echo of a cradle song behind Air shivers The candle sought for light Silence turns to rhythm The echo of the gravelly voice of time Tick, Tock Loud heart beats The sound of a pen Scribble, scribble A moment of hollowness Pen hits the ground A numb, Heart ache Tightness A Voice of pain growls Silence turns to shadows A swift glance to memories Tears shed to words unspoken A dull voice of a clock Tick, Tock A shallow breathing nearly fading A rocking cradle Blurry room Heart beats muteness Blackout A threshold helps me run