Sepia Lenses
Ticking hands pace
My night eyes turn to flames
Non-existent finger nails bury into delicate olive-toned skin
I have received nothing.
911, my apologies the damage is already done.
Behaviors unbroken
Never aided by the suit which embraces
That unprofessional professional
Tears of neglect rain down
This is the solitary procedure which could quell the breaths of my illness.
Ghosts of the mind-
Never conquered
Never defeated
Never died.
My desire is to venture into the light,
Though darkness and sepia lenses reign supreme here.
In the killing space there is no bulb-
No golden glow to enhance the way
No sight of tomorrow
No thought of yesterday
I lie;
Breathless,
No bushy tail
No bright eyes
Only sepia.
Sepia lenses incinerate my hope.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2008
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