Dawning Creations

I couldn’t read between the lines.

There was only a thin veil, and your expressionless stare, heavy lids.

Blink once or twice.

Give me a clue.

There was only a thin veil and heavy lids covering dark eyes and reflecting even darker skies.

I could not reach you, in your isolated island of storms. I felt your hands tremble and your mind quaking, cracking with your unreadable thoughts.

I love you would never be enough to save you.

I could not reach you. I felt your hands tremble, saw you writhing on the sofa. You were not able to access me, nor I, you.

There was only a thin veil masking you, your sheet and your tearing eyes and heavy lids.

Your eyes were unreachable, becoming dark and reflecting darker skies, the absence of sanity.