The Silent Tomb

The Silent Tomb

A small swath of light
diffuses the inky darkness,
inches along the floor,
winding through tumbled flats
of leather whose soles
have been lost while walking
a life of desperation.

Against the corner, my weary head
lies cradled in trembling hands,
as barriers of hanging wool
barely deaden the anguished cries
held within this fragile safety.

My fingers throb,
matching the pain in my mind,
echoing the ache of my heart
as their blood stains mark
my dying on unyielding walls.

Too much has been seen
through these tired eyes,
a world of regret never told
from lips that steadily smiled.

Fate finally decided its course—
the closet doors no longer open
to reveal the secrets shared
deep within this silent tomb.