Convictions From Within Poem by Michael James Robert Parkes

Feet uncovered and cold, it felt nice. Slowly moving, covers kissed the floor gently, impolitely. Steps followed of steps past. With unilluminated temporary blindness I find my way along familiar characteristics. A light switch switches, mirror reflecting. A glossy cold stare catches me off guard, stares into me. Strange authority commands. Acusations silently set. Blankly espressive seriousness advances upon me. A rocky, dry lump keeps from an effective swallow. Knees give way to penetrating, growing sorrow, raw sorrow. Leaning toward the supportive sink I hit the ground. Like an opened gallon of water, I am emptied, I am spread.