Sordid details addle my dreams

Warp my pain

Twist the fear

Angle the reason

Questions collide and

become mangled with the essence

of where the answers lie

Lies

worthless spoken rituals

hoarded in dirty fists

clutching broken promises

in the grip of savage sorrows

polished by the dirty rag of denial

Weary tear rimmed eyes

where lowered lids confine

the depths of an echoing

chasm of despair lead by loss

chosen for the nothingness that follows

too much time gone by