There's a tunnel of light 
inside my mind 
through which I travel 
when the black rain falls loud 
is the sound of my soul 
hollowing out 
a fragment in time 
behind the lines I seek 
to define the being inside 
the feeling that's leaving 
my heart is racing
my vacant brain is aching 
for all the mistakes I'm making, 
the art I'm forsaking,
everything on fire 
blazing. 

©JM.Cole