Confessions
at the time of my confessions
when no one can hear me
when my needs are deepest
when I’ve lost all belief
sweating out the danger
in the depths of my despair
a mind that travels backward
on a trail that was unfair
the ferocity of the moments
a roadmap with a plan
with faithless understanding
staggering like a blind man
this avalanche of anger
termites eating my soul
slipping from those moments
into Alice's black hole
I'm looking through the window
at the hellish burning flame
always on the outside
but I hear them call my name
in the sorrows of the evening
on a chilly winter night
the loneliness continues
this dream that conjures fright
drenched with trepidation
as I shake myself awake
from this master plan of sorrow
a hell where I remain
Copyright ©
Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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