Poem

A blunt blow to the head
stark and forceful
drilling into my temple
the deepest shade of red
ill humors escape
or do they
my blue eyes seem clouded
pale
distant
corpse like
there is a ringing
oddly shrill and unsettling
my vision is blurred
and I cannot hear the words
you whisper
it is cold in this place
deep blues and darkened purples
swimming in a shadowed sea
of gray
im numb