Chamber for Rent
Woke up in an abandoned hotel to
the
chimes on the decrepit grandfather
clock
signaling 2 a.m.'s arrival and the
assault
of this measured insomnia
They told me I'd find ghosts
in this forgotten place
but the only spirits haunting me
are whiskey and your memories
Familiar specters I can find
on any barstool in this beach town
Stepped into the half hidden
moonlight
creeping past the cracking
shutters
Silver lines dancing in the dusty
shadows
playing at creatures and devils in
a lurking
game of tag with the chimeras in
my mind
Why am I here again?
Wandering well-worn paths
I've tread ad nauseam
in search of different answers
in the same ancient routines
Why am I here?
Clinging to some sense
of imagined normalcy
and the misplaced hope
that you'd finally see
a chance for us to be
They told me I'd find ghosts
and I suppose it's true enough
I'm a phantom searching for
a little peace in the shadows
your light left behind
in your passing
Ishmael I Am Not
I lost
sight of the horizon long ago
Suspended
in the mists of twilight's gaze
and
desperately seeking a glimmer of starlight to point the way
Nothing
seems like more than what I've been given
and
those that surround me seem to think
there
are answers to be found in my keep
Solutions
to the conundrums plaguing their existence
That
one moment of clarity to illuminate it all
and
divine inspiration for future endeavors
The
tiniest pangs of guilt gnaw at my thoughts
Knowing
I have no clues or theorems to present
that
might validate their following...their devotion
Still
I press on
Lashing
sails and steam
Chasing
my own white whale
to the
pits of hell and beyond
Dragging
these poor souls into the wretched gale
of my
arrogance and pride
Drowning
in the self-inflicted torment
Refusing
any consolation prize
and
lying to myself
when I
say there was never another way...
On Becoming Lioness
The
darkness hung in between
the
silence and the scream
Tendrils
stretching out to strangle
the
flickering light in the guise
of
improvement and "love"
Time
seemed glacial
Creeping
progress measured
in
tears and self-realization
Sparks
fly
The
suffocated light
refuses
to be extinguished
in the
icy depths of
insecurity
and control
It
never goes out
Never
gives in
Fights
the encompassing black
until
it smolders and blazes
erupting
from such beautiful eyes
Unwilling
to endure such sadness any more
and
the sound of her voice screaming out in the night
beckons
the sunrise and the arrival of dawn
This
time won't be like any before
The
air is electric and she's ready to roar
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