Dying To Myself
dying to myself I saw
a shadow of a man
stranger to himself
plodding over salted pan
true heart lost forgotten
shriveled down a mossy well
a soul's darker midnight
a fearful wood both dank and fell
standing up for naught but living
another drear and sunless day
eyes dropped down from bright horizons
life turned hardened shapeless clay
when did a path turn rocky
broken cobbles, broken selves
when wounds bled out a smile
dusted on forgotten shelves
turning faces through the cobwebs
burning off the moorish haze
reaching for an inner ember
stoke desire's holy blaze
only fear and static bind us
cradled in their caustic arms
leeching will, sapping sinew
teeth behind a siren's charms
reaching for the doorframe
leading to a greener glen
tarnished knob, tumbler lock
stumbled foot and then,
the door opens...
Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014
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