The Cold Chain

His eyes searched;
they explored the dim room,
scanning shadows for something to ease pain.

His gaze found
a blade upon the shelf;
it gleamed silver in the muted air.

His heart lurched;
it fluttered at the grim thought,
imagining release from the cold chain.

Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…

Abnormality Agony

the secret code of my mental illness

Brave Enough

I wish I were brave enough to speak

I Exist

to be rescued from this icy place

Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

Beasts of Terror

they rushed across the land

Veins of Corruption

feet dragged in the filth of apathy

When No One Saw and No One Heard

the soil soaked in my hurried hurt