You know I am here.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Patient.
A time will come
when you shall falter
and I…..
well
I will jump in.
Dark desire
I dance under your skin.
Twisted need
I am the fire in your eyes.
Wanton thirst
I am the blemish on your soul.
Your self-hatred.
Your doubt.
Your history.
I am the one…..
Me…..
I hold the key to you
only though
if you let me out to play.
Black rage
bottled up
close to boiling point
growl in dismay
you know
oh yes you do
you know I will get out.
Ah
here we go again.
You drink.
You get drunk
You allow me a peek
small glimmer
taste dew tinged air
before you reclaim
take back
your inner space.
I am…..
Nightmares made real.
Riding.
Surfing.
Bumping into your barrier.
I could thump away
kick
scream
try to escape
only to heighten
tighten
your grip on me.
There is no substitute for patience.
With patience comes complacency.
With complacency comes a weakening.
With weakening I shall…..
Terrorize.
Torment.
Torture.
With weakening
I shall break free
never fear
I am always waiting here.
©June 2/19
This reads a little like a struggle between two minds, an internal struggle with a fear that one side is always going to dominate. A very interesting piece, as is nearly all of your work 🙂 🙂
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Thank you.
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