Maurice Yvonne Poet Free verse

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

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Brian Sambourne August 21, 2021 at 11:52 AM Your poems capture the angst of life in lines intense with stark reality. So powerfully written, Brian

Ts Poetry February 25, 2020 at 8:02 AM Throw caution to the wind and change up the routine...shoot out the lights and swing from those hands, you might end up in jail but is it any worse ...be well my friend