Self Talk
The blindfold slips away under currents of corrosive tears
Shadows line myopic eyes in blistering haze
Cataracts melt sightless accusations and brooding incisions
A flickering candle waxes and wanes the stare
Monosyllabic lines dance repetitions in the moribund chorus
Sound out how far boundaries of sanity refrain
A masked persona reverberates and berates piercing doubts
Red hot pokers reveal a babble of puncturing focus
When my soul parades on a tempting abyss of volcanic eruptions
My Alter Ego becomes my best friend near the edge
Honest reliable and trustworthy she voices concern and advice
‘Stay close to yourself’ she repels ashes and ember
In starless nights her song recollects meaning from a lunar eclipse
She never complains about the hardship I bring to task
Simply challenges and embraces what is left in the seeds of darkness
Sometimes shouts to overcome shrieking cacophony
Beats the drum of retreat and leads muted reason onto the stage
Demands an encore when I am again tangled in a veil
She never asks for gratitude does not demand applause or acclaim
Like a mother of pearl she will not pretend to be a diamond
At face value she recovers my face and faith in an alchemist’s world
And then her lips sing a lullaby instead of the eulogy
29th January 2020
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