Dark Room Letter

Crest the stairs
Atop the laughing rungs
Of a breathless heartbeat,
Banging a congo session
In the sunset chest
Dissapears light flares
From over the hill.
Pause....
Where lovers lock
Meets golden key
And negative thoughts
Breaching mind, deserted dwelling
That has taken on
A missing smell;
Love, long since decayed
What candles scent
Freshens, cleansing with sage
Rid the echo of darkness
Evil remains the comfort
For a lonely soul's embrace.
Righteous sounds of the tumblers
Let you know, you still have a home
Granted access to solitary confinement
Madness mess,
cleanest part of the place
Is where you regret
To hang your face;
Yet tis night's blackness is different
Plagued with a natural spotlight
Singling out what litters
A timeless table of a forgotten world,
Is a letter, well placed, addressed
To an old fool who has read of demise
A million times, what makes
This one so different.
Earth quake hands
And fumbling fingers
Cannot unfurl fate
At a quickening pace,
For letters in a dark room
Are never good news.