Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round

Trapped –
Like a mouse in a cage –
Awaiting execution –
Rampant with frenzy and rage –
Distilling cognition –
Terrifying emotion –
All for that sordid piece of cheese –
That hasn’t filled the gut –
A part of me lies in the fork of the trap –
Where my neck should have been –
The tearing caused pain I’ve forgotten –
Surrendered to being …

Trapped –
Running round and round and round –
In this sharp mesh of steel –
Unheard cries in the dark –
The executioner shall call –
In the morning –
Death shall fall –
In the way it pleases –
But life is such –
That it still hangs strong –
Making me run with mangled body –
Round and round and round and round and round and round …

Trapped –
In the dark –
In this cage –
With hopes of escape –
To bleed to death –
In a hole –
A few feet away …

7:00 am
7th Sept

Zoe

Doe-eyed, you tumbled in my life,
With three spots on your pink nose;
You came to be quite the symbol
Of Hope, soon after Love’s repose.

Gangly, obedient, sensitive,
No endurance for pain,
You are the one I am closest to,
Who loves me for least personal gain.

The first who loves taking a bath,
The first who shuns food for play,
You sit beside me through waking hours,
At sleep, you keep the monsters away.

I want to protect you from life
And its inevitability;
If I could only make you know,
Of just what you bring
what you mean
what you are
to me.

(written 29th August, 5:30am)

Dream Hole

Here I am.
Once again awake
At daybreak.
The futility astounds me.
Life has succumbed to fate.
Dreams shattered
Many moons ago.
Bursting into nothingness.
Like a sun consumed
By itself.
All life and fire once.
Now a black hole
Sucking in any light
Into its yawning vortex.

Here I sit
When the dark threatens
To turn into light.
With my eyes wide
Like dead planets
To be annihilated.
If a new dream filters
I pay obeisance in fright,
Sacrificing it readily to those gone.
See it scream as it eddies,
Tearing through twilight,
Till it knows its being is futility,
And is consumed whole.
I can’t help wonder:

Is it better off than me?

(written 27th August – 6:30am)