Lake Of Skeletons
the Dam/Levy is the door to ‘the closet of skeletons’. self-loathing for all the bones eats away at the door. i always knew it was growing, i could feel the tingles on my neck and bumps upon my arms.. but it grew too much. i’ve taken in so much anguish from the people i’ve ever talked to. they used to call me Doc. i’m a muse, i can inspire others, no ego, solve problems but i cannot face my own. when i finally try, sometimes i only glance at it, but when i really really try to say, ‘i must do this to make it right’ and try to repent but it scares me .. so i become mired, horrified at what i just tried to face and failed.. and i hate myself. —all caps in this poem were intended. i’m sorry if it’s annoying. it’s for emphasis and i dont like to ITALIC and BOLD.
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Dark artists, dark art“Lake Of Skeletons” 6 – 29 – 09
Breaching the Bridge the Levies find A Leak
Wishing to bring Partials to A Whole
Anger Vents into Crack and Crevice
With Each session Comes the Thaws and freezes
Widening, Sorrow brings Erosion to Thresh
Bulges begin to show Like Hernias
I Find myself at the Base of the Cragg
Seeing Full hand the Measure of This Stride
I’ve Felt Too deeply In Empathy
I’ve Gazed Too long Upon the Ground
Repentance is A Mockery as I stare upon HigH
The Levy of Emotion, to Erosion was subdued
As Cascades of Horror and Regret begin to slY
All becomes As to A bent-Glass DreaM
No matter My speed, everything Expands Before Me
Gallops become Slurrs as I’m Quick sanded
I succumb To, Not A flood, Indecision…
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