Zero Five Twenty-Six Hours

Zero Five Twenty-Six Hours

The gray has finally returned.
From a nightmare
inside a dream.
Time hides itself
in the darkest castle.
I wander through its halls.

There's no door,
and there are no walls.
A meeting of shadows
that flew from the present
into the past.
The moon evokes the notion
that nothing here will last.

A trauma I remember.
Friend and foe.
Both looking sore.
I can see their reflection
in the watery urine
that was spilled on the floor.

It's freaky and scary
as I step barefoot
in a Stygian room.
In front of me stands
a black-mass-like person.
I attack, and the lights go on.

Laughing hysterically.
Signs written in dust.
Knocking sounds.
In God, we trust.

Vibrations arrive
from the top of the dome.
A gut-wrenching feeling.
Write one more poem.