Poetry in the Dark - 3. Cavernous

Dark cave;

Filled with darkness,

Surrounded by moisture,

And sounds of liquid,

Clashing against your walls.

Warm cave;

Bursting with nothingness,

Deafened by silence,

Lulled into numbness.

Beats so vigorous

That time stood still.

If only time didn’t prove

to be a coward.

If only time could stay

And not run away.

Away. Leaving empty this cave,

Shadows marked against your wall,

As distant figures dance,

They dance to the strings,

The beat and even the hums.

Are they real?

Are they here for you?

Are they here to stay?

Or do they also not want to hear?

The echoes of pain as they sing

Harmoniously.

Do they know that they dance

To your butchered heart strings?

To your silenced sobs?

To your broken heart beat?

Their beautiful music,

Is your tragic memory.

Wet cave:

You were once a warm cave.

Now your blood clashes against your walls

Cave; that is filled

To the brim with

cavernous misery.