To
and fro
To
and fro
Like
a metronome
Ticking,
counting the rhythm of time
In
a grip inescapable and real
As
to tear away any and all thoughts of dreams and fiction
Invading
your sanctuary with actuality and reality
Never
giving you a break
Providing infinite causes to escape
Invasive is the word most accurately
targeting this existence
With
accusing finger
Even
as it linger
Go
away please,
Please,
I beg
As
I shut my doors, pull in the windows
Lock
off the phone and turn my head
In my bed, the lights all snuffed
The dark muffled between my sheets
Delineating borders ignored by the formless intruder
Marking time to the beat
Tick, tock, tick
Measured a pace fast and slow
In my bed, the lights all snuffed
The dark muffled between my sheets
Delineating borders ignored by the formless intruder
Marking time to the beat
Tick, tock, tick
Measured a pace fast and slow
To
and fro
Back
and forth
I’m
at war
Lips spewing froth
From
the frustration of dealing
With
the closed of mind
Vision lacking
And
narrow of sight
Claiming
right with a verity, a surety
Of fools drunk on
Stereotypes,
ignorance and darkness
Darkness…
A
blackness
Populated
by the Unforgiving
And the Heartless….
Now go
away…
Leave
me alone
With my shadow and my echo
With my shadow and my echo
Please...
I
just need a moment to breathe...
Glen Toussaint© 2012
No comments:
Post a Comment