Then out of the blue, again comes the hole,
which hovers...just there...abreast of my soul.
From a foreboding speck, it soon fills my mind,
laughing, "Nowhere to run...nowhere to hide".
It swells like disease, malignant with fear.
And promises, soon, will the panic be here.
All attempts to resist, it counters with pain.
Then draws me in deep, with hopes I know vain.
Sealing me up, like Amontillado from Poe,
with bricks made from guilt. So much does it know.
Then the walls close in tight, and the scream builds inside, and the floodgates fly open,
so the daemons may ride.
'Round the corpse of my love, for all things I knew.
Sneering, "All of its true. You did this to you".
Then slowly it fades, and my sobbing abates.
Yet off in the distance, I know it still waits.
For that moment, so rare, that I begin to forget.
It returns wielding chains...to collect on my debt...
Calypso@nebulae.net
Poetry Home Page
Calypso's
World
|
|
