and i –

your heroin have become.

accoutrement of discontent –

the pain you feel – no one –

can understand…

emphatic –

to the definition of all alone –

you cling with defiance to your pain,

darkness – attached to night…

i wonder –

in your room of discontent,

do shadows fall?

or is – perhaps – the sorrow so profound

no light dare enter in?

no setting sun.

no rising moon.

no longer stars in your midnight sky –

merely holes,

allowing darkness in…