I wake
and it lingers
still.
My thoughts descend
still
to that musty cavern
of echoes-
terror lightning flashes
and untethered lusts.
Reality?
Reader tell me-
what is that treacherous beast?
When I am caged and cramped and caved
my eyes may succumb to shadows,
and I stumble through the day
chivied on with tomorrow’s ownership
of my tattered trust.
This hollow stone of home
does harrow ardently.
It kills me-
just like sunlight.
But half heartedly I hope
tomorrow will be alright.
Yet if it fails to attend
as it always does
let me slip away
beneath the moistened rocks-
and there I shall forever lay
and be rightfully forgot.
