Lights and Death

A topograph

 

Lights drape my shadowy chamber.

 

Tatters of a hope now shredded.

Memories of life embedded.

 

Illusions brought on by confusing dreams.

Luminary haunts; not cognizant beams.

Trickling remembrances of dammed streams.

 

My, once empty, hopeless sepulcher

now alive with late burning overtures.

 

Lights rape my sympathetic somnolence.