Time of Death

tod-db

slipping into the slow rot of a cadaver’s skin
laid out on a cold gurney I am dreaming

of lost and forgotten journeys
trapped in the morgue of my own thoughts

traveling between worlds

back and forth to and from the nowhere
nothingness of places where the

nothingness never ends

unable to wake though I am no longer dreaming

the screeching sound of rusty metal wheels
rolling down darkened hallways across dirty floors
have silenced somewhere behind a locked door

yet I am uncertain of which side I exist
as reality conflicts

and the voices within me screaming
some of them desperately trying to claw me out
save me while others are determined
to pull me deeper down

into the darkness of my mind like a freshly dug grave

Debbie Berk