Into the Basement

The knock knock should have told me
there are demons at the door
but I never would have listened
I was taking that trip
I bought a one way tickets
and wasn't looking back

What too good  
now falls with my spirit 
as high as i soared

& so in the basement i go

Who would have thought this end  by this cause ?
Who could have anticipated the shallows?

Not only was I dropt from the highest high
I was tossed & am am now crasht'
crackt' with the rats
& dark seeking creatures for comfort
no more a love one 
than a tissue
to wipe ones boots with

Wow
so this is what it is like....
hiding with the hot hoards
the nocturnal beasts
Deep in the dirt
down in the dank dark bottom
caving & communing
with the earthen sounds

with all of it's weight upon me

I see the whole house clearly
collapsing

I cannot run
I won't

I welcome its falling

I want to climb out of my rubble
Out of 9/11
draw from the dark ashes
Into the sift that will find gold

But For now I keep land sliding
back in the frigid catacombs
Like Lazarus not yet risen
An ancient cartographer
mapping some home for my soul
some refuge
from the dark dank sank
from this no sleep zone
from the utter  panic

For I know not breathing
i know wanting
I know wanting forgetting

Hoping someday I will dream
a way to see through to the clouds
that I know
must be above me

Copyright © Meghan G | Year Posted 2012

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