My heart stopped beating,
valves dry twigs waxing to ash,
and the blood- black red peels of waste.
The eyes could only catch a flicker of light,
so I rammed into whatever dustbin, person, broken glass, or tree got in my way.
The echoes in my ears swelled,
as I heard only the spongy emptiness resounding left to right.
Wrapped in the oblivion only ice can give,
I stared at the tears shed around me, and felt nothing.
The beauty of the gold, heavenly white, bold red, and purple meadows touched not a strand of my heart.
Even the crowns of the skies flew so low their wings touched my ear-
but the din in my head masked their majesty-
and so it was no surprise that I found myself at the bottom of the void
but remembered not the sinking
Lost in the maze of past hurts and disappointments
I forged my fate.