graveyard of roses: February 2008

Graveyard of Roses

THIS IS MY GRAVEYARD OF ROSES
WHERE LIES MY SEPULCHRE
MY BREATH IS RUNNING OUT
AS I FEEL MYSELF ENSHROUDED INSIDE
A COCOON OF GRTESQUELY GLOWING MURK
OF ARCANE EMOTIONS & SERNSATIONS DARK
IN MY HEAD THERE IS A SMELL
OR RATHER A METALLIC TANG WHICH PEOPLE NAME
HATE ,MISTRUST,FEAR & SHAME
IT HAD PENETRATED MY NOSTRILS MY MOUTH MY EYES
IT HAD BECOME A CLOAK CLOSING ON ME
IN ITS CLOUDY DRAPINGS
VEILING MEI THREW MY LIMBS IN DESPAIR
PLUNGING,PUMMELING,SCRATCHING
BUT ITS FRINGES SEEMS LIKE RETREATING FOREVER
LIKE THE INCONSTANT WALLS OF A PLACENTAL CHAMBER
THERE WAS A MOMENT I TRIED TO RESPOND
AS I FELT BEING PROBED WITH A REPTILIAN TOUCH
MY BODY TETHERED CONVULSIVELY
AS I TRIED TO VISUALISE
BUT NOTHING COULD I SEE APART FROM THE SEPIA GLOW
MY HANDS GROW STIFF AND MY STRENGTH FAILING
MY LUNGS BURNING & LEGS LUNGING
SOMETHING CAME SHOOTING IN & HIT MY FACE
I FELT BEING MANEUVERED & UNABLE TO RESIST
MY HEAD BROKE FREE & THERE WAS LIGHTNESS ON MY SKIN
AND THEN THERE WAS AIR
FOR A MOMENT I FELT THAT
I COULD BREAK FREE
ONLY TO FEEL PAIN INVADE ME ON ALL SIDES
AS A SHINGLE BEACH FEELS POUNDED BY TEMPESTUOUS TIDES.

Saturday, February 16, 2008