A Moment of Pause

A Moment of Pause

Who are you there?

As time folds upon itself- closed; a prone cocoon.

A mind weighted with the aftermaths

Seeing death as vapid black-waters.

Inertia dulls

And molds the moments into formless

Freaks and demons that dominate

All senses and then chews their desiccated presence.

Something happened

 I am afraid to remember;

 for the night keeps my secrets

 and the day discusses my faults.

Heavy darkness

Evaporated as dawn’s light blinked

Awake the bemused butterfly

With wings colored of splendid rainbows.

Something happened

 I am afraid to remember;

And the wounds will all heal into scared

Lines of poetry that portray joy and pain.