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…

I Exist

to be rescued from this icy place

Brave Enough

I wish I were brave enough to speak

Mental Fortress

the radiance of my spirit dimmed.

Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

Tearful Eyes

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired

Deep Black Eyes

while my moist lips trembled

Veins of Corruption

feet dragged in the filth of apathy