You struggle, as though wrapped
And being squeezed, life out, no hope
Twisting to be free, nowhere to go
Hopeless beyond saying it, lost in utterness
Alone, in darkness, descending, so, so low.

I know. Once so deep in me, I caved
So cold in that dark place, that I came
Close to the tip of things, nothing
Beneath, nothing above, just me
And the tip of the iceberg, the tunnel
With no light.

There on that balanceless point, I teetered
Like a bottlecap spinning, eternal-less
Empty of reason, discarded, to be forgotten
Useless now, less than ever even imagined,
Even dizzy-less, still spinning, knowing
Not even obliviousness was given to me.

Forced to witness my own torture
Pain never became pleasure as they say
Agony, full throated, was mine as long
As I chose. No filter, no dampening
It was pure, delivered with intent by
An enemy all mine. All mine.

I wish I could free you, but I know too much.
There is only one way out and it's through.
Takes your doing not some lover's touch.
If you make it, I'll be waiting for you.

04/15/2010

Posted on 04/16/2010
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