A Slide Into the Abyss
Terrorized
Abused and vaporized
The two village clocks
Point their hands at me
While I spiral down an empty well
Nauseous and waiting to burst
I point my eyes upwards
Into the blackness
Where is that candle
That flashlight
That hint of bright
Everyone talks about
When does one reach the end
Like they say
Of the road
Long overdue
And not a hint of midnight yet
I release one more primal scream
Beg the dream walker to leave my eyes shut
He neither cooperates or cares
Life is neither a gift or a blessing
It’s a treacherous climb
Up a glass wall
Followed by an inevitable downward slide
I breathe
The fowl air of the rooster’s call
Another early morning rise
And still
not even a shine.
Tue Feb 25 2020
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2020
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