whispered words send wordless,
insensitive revulsions throughout me
I sense a slight pressure inside my chest
lift a hand to touch, rather than look
listen with every ounce of intensity I can muster
I hear nothing
not even my feather-light breathing
or the breathing of others
it's dark here
one flickering candle
as though the wind makes it so
but there is no wind inside these four walls
only my breathing
which is so shallow
if I were to close my eyes
you might think me quite dead
I am not dead
not really
though I'm of the opinion
I've been dead and resurrected to this place
to fight forces unknown to mortal man
who knows for how long
days? weeks? maybe years?
It is the witching hour
I burn the candle in its unholy honor
I've discovered they prefer
candle softness
to what has resulted from that lightning rod
me too
I sleep during the day
arise to give the night its due
why was I chosen for this experiment
this diabolical, twisted experiment
driving me into madness
it has succeeded
I am mad
I surrender to its madness.
I burn the candle to write this down
maybe someone will read and understand
my mortal combat with immortal things
I've climbed the treacherous Mountain of Betrayal
holding on, trying not to slip
into the Faint Moans of Anguish ravine
though bloodied, more dead than alive
I held on to Shattered Hope
it would save me
but no
I was deceived by Wickedness
it laughed at my folly
I stomped on Broken Hearts
but there were more than I could possibly . . .
I've clawed and ripped
with my teeth
I've fought with bloody results
Drowning Libidos and Fearful Egos
accompanied with sorrow that I have come to this
dreadful hags harassed me
when I found moments, blessed quiet moment
diabolical howls from Hades' Hounds
prodded me onward
forever onward
toward the next struggle
Love Destroyed, a formidable foe
rescued by the Child of Innocence
then
Minds Unstable finally, completely destroyed me
oh, I know
I am not destroyed
I know I have other trials to face
I don't know if I am up to it
I am a beaten man
what justice is there
keeping this nightmare alive
©March 16, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton
No comments:
Post a Comment