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stark white, invisible by Jim Benzlight breaks
through darkness
briefly, just
a crack, then
a moment
an open flood
of light
in a room
black filled with light
a shadow
a body
in the light
a bed
then no light
a door shut
a latch clicked
no more light, too
quiet night is
shut
sudden, night is darker
covers me, before
it gets me
someones in it
eyes, wide,
mine? stark white, invisible
blood, filled, I
cant see, darkness
I know
heartbeats
mine, his, its
eyes red
in them, it,
this heavy body
breath
invisible eyes
covered with eyes
fat eyes
covered with sweet smell
and grit, hungry,
mean, a large man, it,
a breath
a heavy man, a hot
thing, intrusive
its been
here before, its
known
an unknown thing
but known
its heavy
so old and heavy
its freezing my tongue
its weight eternal
is so silent, its gravity
so heavy
so fearful
its stigma
is fear
a paralysis, death
another death
again
me, it, I,
disassembled
me
blotted out
a rag doll
child, disembodied
dead
another dead, again
child, a rag doll
I dance, now
I remain lying, I dance
still, empty,
mournful, its
hand grabs
me, it pulls
hair, a mittful
of hair, laughing,
under its breath, a chuckle
a pant, a growl, a threat
theres no cry
from these
lips
these small lips
my lips, tight,
just dead weight
just oblivion
just garlic on its breath
in my face
softly
and pulled
my hair
not softly
pain
shhhhhhh
mean
the hand always
is over this mouth, this mouth
never moves, never
whispers
shhhhhhh
mean
pain, inured,
silent, is deathly
silent
pain
this pain
o this pain
is
this black
moment, is this night,
does it fill left
when Im gone
intangible, something
does it fill step
aside or I step
aside, me fill
unmoving, dead
undead
this pain, fill
deep, so dark
quiet
so quiet and deathly
so
never-ending
too dead
years are dead
bed
shaking bed
black
tongue is dead
is wet, dry
tears are worse than dead
unshed
then it fills
me and its just
pain, its just pain
its only pain
its pain
night, no me
darker night, no me
unending night, nothing 08/15/2005 Author's Note: not me, not you i hope.
Posted on 08/15/2005 Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/15/05 at 12:40 PM ...so, jim, you had a disneyland childhood? eh?...man o' man, some really serious/significant issues here...i perceived it from a youngsters p.o.v. and saw the hand looming over an arse, or outh or or...appearingly on first blush, this is hurtful, scary...but, it, too, could be a nanosecond in a kid's dream/fantasy/frankenstein/godzilla thingee, ya know at bedtime but to me it is far from dismal...just a good, cutting description of [a] life...peace, chaz |
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