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Someone Was Crying Last Night

Travis Green

Someone was crying last night,
shattered sounds drowning my soul
the more I listened to its disturbing note,
broken, off course, sinking in the core
of my existence, I was aware of the
damaged tone, how it blended
in with my voice, how painful it was
to explore every range of its disastrous
depth, how my muscles became sore,
torn, scarred, darkening, drifting
into unrecognizable depictions.
I was surrounded in blackness,
stuck in solitude, the rain beating
against the windowpane, my heart
feeling like it was declining, breathless
with every high-pitched frequency
flowing around my existence.
The more I took in the screeching
sound, I could feel my body steady
breaking within, each second, each
raging rhythm rushing through me
like a thunderous storm. I was losing
myself as I felt like I could burst wide
open like a champagne bottle, like a
volcano oozing fiery lava. My eyes
were twitching, the lids scorched,
deformed, the eyebrows crushed, rusted
like a charred city. It was at that moment
I realized I had been trying to run away
from my darkened shadow, but everywhere
I went, I could still feel the sharp pain
piercing through my skin, relentless,
wrecked, growing numb like freezing
ice, reminding me that I could not keep
running forever from this tragic death.

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