The Cavern of Solitude

The echoes reverberate, bouncing off distant walls like little rubber balls Until they slowly conjugate into a meaning that’s leaning towards sanity Dripping with profanity, as it slides inside my mind with its insidious intent Hell bent on creating distress, as the shadows begin to coalesce into solid form They transform, through shapes shifting and sounds drifting, it comes into place Those words I could not erase, feelings rushing and pushing, like an angry crowd Smothering like a shroud, drowning in the waters of guilt, in this cavern I’ve built Racing through this barrenness, this construction of my own destruction Adding excess to my distress, with heart hammering, nerves clamoring, I go on The conclusion long forgone, beyond realization and revelation it hides in the dark The great white shark, that’s calling for this morsel that’s falling into open jaws No time for pause, the acid eating from within, formed from sin and consuming all On this painful fall, through darkened caves and freezing waves of deep revulsion Causing juddering convulsion, lying on the rock floor, breathing no more, dying alone Esfahan beckons, a hot shining light so painfully bright on delicate balls Scant remaining seconds are all it takes, no more mistakes can we afford Crawling toward the sweet luminosity, through harsh viscosity on bleeding knees Becoming Japanese, remembering all the obligation and dedication that it portends On wings it transcends, that cloying coil and breaking toil to find a sparkle of peace The hope of release stretches like a coiled snake with shining wake before the eyes With absolute cries, all light disappear as he appeared and existence slowly died