In The Shallow Depths I Sink

My eyeslids turned down,
away from the days light,
unseeing 
provides no safe harbor.
Carved into the shadows
of suffering Dahlia,  an
 image of self loathing
struggles, to break free
of the tangled vine, the liquid
 carnage it drowns in.

I stand before the moon,
with nothing to offer.
Hands clenched  I hold tight
my desires for the drug- laced
days of complacency.
Its warmth I have
known. I call my own 

Her eyes like bloodstone
turn away  from the fools
 gold blown in by shifting
winds 
Like glitter, it sticks on her lip
She laughs, as sounds
of a grieving dove spill
from her mouth

I have fallen, my ankles sink,
my limbs bare lying prostrate  submerged in grief
I surrender I reflect, I receive,
 I heal