Cornered

I woke up in between
a memory and a dream
each cell exploding
in silent screams
of a pauper queen
 
emptiness of moments
hits the psyche in torrents
I can’t deny it, but
acknowledgement
will be  sacrament
 
Is this what I wanted
a castle so haunted?
I can’t renovate
with past exhausted,
future distorted…
 
if you promise silence
with your verbal talents
I’ll let you in
graveyard tents
where death laments
 
no way forward
flight cornered
in tight spots
with no words
a soul tortured…

You Don’t Know How It Feels