Dream or Premonition

Let me lay the scene
of this late November dream.

In a dark room there sits a man
with graying hair on his face and head.

His hollowed eyes chasing shadows
dart from wall to wall.

His body trembles from
the engulfing gloom.

He sits wonders and ponders
if he is yet dead

For the last 3 days he has sat
the silenced remained unbroken

No words were uttered nor spoken
except by the voices in his head
that he has come to dread

Seeking some token of life
he grasps the engraved blade
and quickly he plunges the dagger
into his chest
and whispers
"finally finally at rest"