midnight shade imperils
a smile from the maw
of a childlike soul
the room is gravid with
dusty angst, penetrating
deeply unto one’s chine
no matter how one counters
this seclusion,
it clings, it looms
like the air that everyone breathes
it seeks through
it gasps for sanity
this tranquility is more
than life to bear
and i remain
the same
still
emotionally volatile
written 1/15/2003
This is one of those poems that pace the room
and then leaps out at you looking for blood.
Keep wiritng - Keep the faith.