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
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2009
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