A Scene of Distant Seas


From the noise within my head
so cold it starts to hurt
there will be no stars tonight
mist hangs stagnant over the trees
my clothes wet
dirtied knees
behind my eyelids
a soft blue salvation
sounds of the seas
your silhouette blurred
against the distant horizon
crackling under pressures
a cold trickle
a drip in my ear
my mind floats
styrofoam brain hardening weightless
from behind the growing callous
becoming harder and harder to see
I scream from within these walls suffocating
now on the outside
you can’t hear me


Jeff Berner©
1/2002