Carnations

Dark chills
course up and down my spine,
shadows flit upon the wall.

Cold fingers
brush against my cheek,
and my hollow core
freezes and shatters.

Tears of ice
fall from my eyes,
cold, dark eyes that
stare blank and empty.

Darkened room
smells of carnations,
candles burn in the corner,
a tiny glimmer of light
in a vast sea of darkness.

Heart cries for the light,
soul yearns to go forward,
mind trapped in the void.
Lonely in the still quiet,
saddened by the dark,
swallowed by the void.

Cold consumes,
chill eats through the bone,
frozen still,
as in death,
a mirror image
of all that has been lost
and can never again
         be regained.