Comfort in the Shadows
she hangs her head on a cold, black table
in an empty, soulless room
a dull light looms below her feet
as shadows slowly consume her thoughts
past
present
future
flicker and buzz like an old movie
is her memory her own?
is it theirs?
fragments of it all?
voices like thunder follow the shadows
dissipating the sliver of light left
tortured by what is left,
stuck in the whirlwind of
her fears
her insecurities
her demons
she finds peace here








