Young and Doomed
Why have a nightmare when, already, you
Are caught in one? He lies alone in bed,
Itself sufficient bad dream stuff to skew
This scene away from others here. His head
Especially looks threatened with his black
Hair trapped in dead dark shadow, shifting strands
To vacuum of grim. In their attack
The varied shades of gray are like the glands
Of death. They turn a simple room to hell
While other pictures in the book expose
Some lesser purgatory, not so fell
In their encroaching black, barring repose.
The lack of sexuality makes dry
This light. The threat is in the nose and eye.