4 Ik
White Self-Existing Wind
Many a past Love had passed over me
Those I thought true became truly false
I lost all my Loves in Loss untimely
To Lust’s illusory three-quartered Waltz
Terrified of Solitude
Friendship I bought with purloined Emotion
Grief and Misery rendered me numb
Grandiose, aggressive and rude
I starved and thirsted at Fate’s great Banquet
Refusing to learn or earn my Share
Finally abandoned by all who knew me
I gave myself up to Insanity
“Take me,” I prayed to a god unknown
“Release me from Hell on Earth.”
In Desperation I then found
A Bridge of Sighs over the River of Life
Part of me died – the Fear and the Pride
As a Newborn I crossed the Bridge –
When at last I reached the other Side
I perceived a Meal most strange!
The Fare was unpleasant, not easy to swallow
It stuck in my Throat but nourished my Soul
Compelled to eat without knowing why
I had Breakfast of Crow and a large Humble Pie.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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