This room is accusing me.
it's walls shout shame at my fears
I sit in
self imposed silence.
Questions,
endless searchings
the past
the future
but not now..
this time is dark and deathly.
there is no sand to write in.
I cannot forgive myself
for I am recoiling from
a broken and fading reflection.
I have finally found myself
lost.
this room
hurls insults
and I hurry to play it's melodies
like I always have.
Little note,
can you carry these brutal words?