REQUIEM

The grotesque, ebony
mind shadow ghouls,
which eat the night
and eve’s fated balm of peace
have taken
a sojourn
in somebody else’s
thought realm.
I have become
an elixir
of tear reclamation
as my soul
drifts
upon an emotional listless
tide.
For the moment merciful
storms rage
outside my visionary stain
with quieter tissues
my essence has reclaimed.