Filled With Ebon Veins

ebon d a r k n e s s fills my sleep and black are the corridors in my mind like veins of need searching for a passage I am lost in a sea of doors and find myself at a decaying (one) velvet hair f l o a t i n g like threads seeking an opening I gaze at the door's scars like a road map of VEINS all tangled webbed it stands like the journey of my ravaged and twisted i n k y path beyond this door- is that the sad story of me (?) MUST abandon all fear and throw open this door I can hear the obsidian voices c o m e is their dark whisper . . . slowly I step through and then I am f a l l i n g into pitch black screaming . . . _________________ May 29, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/filled with ebon veins Copyright Protected, ID 18-1027-002-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Free Verse- Pick a Theme sponsor, Laura Loo First Place