A Poem a Day (42): Crashing

Today's poem is a dark one, even though I'm in a cheerful mood! Really! Happy reading & writing!

Crashing

Yellow reflects the blue

Yearning anew

Piecing together the wave

Turning the lights low

It rises

A crash upon the scream

Dull ache in the dark

A vision of empty

And so it falls

Plunging into the silent rain

Gushing blood in the scrawl

Compounding all

Only to curl up so quiet

Consuming no space, so small

Breathing but a little

Stretching out its fingers

Searching, only to grasp nothing

Darkness engulfs

Spreads a blanket so dim

Footsteps, they echo thin

In this pitch-black maze

Seeming to point a way

Gesturing toward an escape

Where faith waits so patiently

But the scream pretends

It grows restless in the night

Blows an eerie calm overall

Yet it knows

How silence cannot buy this

It can only disperse

And so she rises

Only to fall once more

Unprotected to the bitter end

Snowflakes rustle upon glass

Making the sharpest cut

Offering something never seen

While the knife plunges within

And hope lies bereft

copyright Vickie Johnstone