Surrounded by Tombstones… by Toni L.A. Cross

Surrounded by tombstones

I’m claustrophobic

Within the walls

Of this confining minute

Tomorrow dies

While I breathe

The stale air of Today

Yesterday seems so dear

With its familiar expanse

Wooing me backward

Into the graveyard

Of my mind’s idyllic perfection

And the clock

Pounds out seconds

With slow precision

Melting into a lullaby

As I slip inward

And farther from

The Now


Inside Herself, by Toni L.A. Cross


Dancing queen of dirges

Silent sage of song

Fighting instinctive urges

Saying right is wrong


She drifts in darkest corners

From one cobweb to another

She lives among the mourners

Beginning to finally smother


Canned personality purges

Bleached and on a shelf

In moodiness she splurges

Reclusive in herself