Soar the Dawn

Stood
lost upon a plain
a mountain
a chasm
cumbersome load
upon my shoulders
wanting
to lay it down
relieve myself of this burden
carried through time
through years
an albatross
tied
I thought.
Shackled
to wrist
to waist
to ankle
never to be free.
Forever
alone
beneath a mask of fear
catacombs of anger
deadly desires.
Golden rays
break beyond horizon
symbolic
throw away
remnants of past
freeing
finally
from neglect
from dusty shelves
the truth
of my inner self.
©March 21/21
Picture is my own

Death’s Desire

The masks I wear
Beneath a face
None see
None realize
Is yet another masque
Fear
Ruler of this domain
Laughter maniacal
Sending chills
Down my back
Birthing
Insanity
Clutching at the bars
The door lockless
Handleless
No escape
Only hell beneath my feet
It is not easy
Day after day
To play this person I am not
Assuring all
Never again will I fall
Never again will I fail
Yet knowing
There is no net beneath my feet
No current upon which to rise
Blood let
Seeps red crimson
Pain is gone
For me at least
Yours is just beginning.

I am sorry

©Feb. 19/20
Picture is my own