Chariots of Harpyia
Vicious thirsty hunting winds,
Chasing always down,
Emotion's infinite unchained vortex,
Thought claws raking bloody trails,
The wild silent scream disappears,
Upon leaving your speechless mouth.
Walls of cyclical caged fire,
Slippery mouth of Venus,
Slavering fangs hungry,
Ready to swallow the fly,
All else lost in moment's loss,
Sense confusion,
arrogance of intellect, curiosity;
The silent killers.
Falling deeper,
Hollow chasms of despair,
Black walls,
Ceiling and floor;
All greased with missed perception.
To late within forgotten prisons,
Bitter thought of the key;
You left outside the hole,
By the open doors of sanity,
Teasing jealous memory.
Material brooding led you here,
With grim abstraction of purpose,
To show you opaque headstones;
Of what was once visceral thought,
In the graveyard of your mind.
©David Nickle Read 2014
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