Desolate Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Tired and dreary
Most alone in this dreadful silence
Of thumping heartbeats
And fractured lungs
Like gallows.

Slumbered,
And erring in this mad writhe
The wind whistled
Spiteful flashes of solitude
As I deal the cards
And gamble with the shadows.

Trembling in
My own integument
Shunned in a tousled lock
Of chained symphonies

Alone with the stars,
One with the black, slithering waters
Of the night.
Desolate.