the curtains are closed

the curtains are closed
bolt the door
look into that mirror
the one with the crack across it
that splits the face
into the ugliness that hope hides

all this dirt
the decay and rotting days
the walks in wet places
the comfort they offer
the rising walls
the silent window 
that beckons flight
downward
downwards to the earth
to the unforgiving grey
to smash away the brain
where lies beautiful
seductive oblivion

the cursed thinking burning black shame crashing in its unstoppable ebb across shores empty of anything but the cry of birds
their cries no answer

and there cries no answer
no answer to all this