My darkened room,

it was once the sanctuary in which music

sang out with fury and blasted

with intense and beguiling beauty,

a song for each occasion and with the speakers

encroaching as near as possible to my ears

and laying eggs

of a foundation to keep me sane,

in my darkened tomb.

 

Curtains never opened, they remain shut now,

closed to make sure the mole like sun

never peeks its snout through where dust clouds reign.

I like to see in the dark and let my eyes not