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my dead child

Posted on | October 1, 2007 | Comments Off


shaking leaves,
i see shimmering trees on the horizon,
gnarled warlocks,
raising another stand,
against an inevitable rot,
that spreads,slowly,inexorably,
withering leaves,
i see dying trees,
and some black clouds,
glittering with cruel linings,
bright silver contrasted with the dark of life,
i see dreams,
floating on the air,
irridiscent moonbeams come to leathery form,
slithering around my body,
overcoming my senses,
strangulating me,
i hate their stench,
fetid,putrid desires,
taking nauseous forms borrowed from some twisted science fiction,
but was it human who created them?
was it i?
sliding down undefined paths,
slimy,slick consciousness tells me,yes,
and i am not ready to believe it.. noooo!!!
i write beautiful lines..
poetry..desires i create..
in binary form.for others to enjoy,
not these ugly,reviled mosters,
who grow to engulf me,no!
they are not mine,
these lines,dreams,desires,
monsters taking alphabetic form,
i did not rouse these devils,
sticky slime that adheres to my soul,no!
this cant be my offspring,
i fight against it, this dream,
this awakening desire that pervades my system,
its alien,
and yet so familiar-but how can this be?
this musty dank odour of lust is known to me,
this unaccepted son of some deluded ambition,
this bastard child of yearning,
from some forgotten nightmare-a past?
but no.i do not want it,
this excruciating torture,
let me wake up before dawn engulfs me in its blinding light..
let me open my eyes,
and go to sleep.
and yet,what is this i hear in the distance..
a forlorn,deserted sound of desperation,
a reville for a dream long dead,
my dream!!!my child!!!!!

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