Ode to Self

The tears fall of my cheeks,
red as wine.
Is it just me or am I bleeding.
Would it hurt, would i scream,
Thoughts; endless.
What do i do now? I ask.
I hear laughter
crackling glasses, threatening thunders.
Noises; within and beyond.
Then, the sweetness of honeycombed fruits.
Is it done already? I ask.

I wake up to a new night,
bright as the moon.
White paleness surround me.
Light; so soothing.
Am I ready for tomorrow? They ask.
I howl
swishing winds, dripping trees
Silence; muted and deafening
Then, the gentle caress of a new world.
Are you ready for me? I ask.