Dim Capsules of Never

Dim capsules pad my senses and brittle fruits amuse my tongue with sympathetic serrations that trim anger back to guilt, anxiety back to discontent and shave bald my laughter and my tears. I've swallowed so many rx inhibitions that rusty blisters burn my lids and gravel chips of once upon a time choke tomorrow before it can take a breath. I didn't want to bleach all color from my life just the black, brooding over the unknown that tainted shadows and colored my vision... the irony is no neutral hue expresses life, the differnce is I don't care that love is still at hand to draw the way into tomorrow. Yet it remains reminding, the antidote to fear can't be in these clever concoctions of denial, not in this numb colored tomb of Never that I will never escape alone.