Dark Poetry ~ Skies of Pale

Forced inside darkened room.
Shall this be my doom?

Holding tight memories’ plume.
Smoke billowing senses.
Bewildered before moon’s darkness.

Skies of pale.
Gray…

I wonder.

Of flame dwindling.
Of cold gush.
Of…

Never.
Being.
Young.

Will today be the last day?

Will it bring…
More pain than pleasure.

As always…