Woven

A vast and desolate place
A sleek, dark void
The pit of remembrance

A memory of once long ago
A sweet moment of brief respite
Lost in the moon tide

A voice devoid of emotion
An old record on a turntable — the end of a sad song
Scratching at the surface of consciousness

A set of eyes that cannot see
A pair of hands that ache to touch
Eternal pain without knowing truth

A basket woven of humanity
A black tentacle weaving through our souls
Joining us forever in obscure machinations of life

A moment of clarity
A chilling truth
The façade is finally over.

Life Series #3