Don’t even try to feel your way out of my mirrored mind;
its labyrinths are carved according to a mad design.
An ache proceeds from my dark heart and will not let you rest;
you squint, but nothing but the nothing peers into your face.
Then brimming from a distant wing comes light, appalling light;
a red-fringed fire assault upon your vast, dilated eyes.
And stunning through your blindness, whispers violate your thoughts;
evolved from grinding vibrations that scrape against your boots.
Sorrow appears to be the only gift the gods bestowed;
gave us a knowing tree to worship, taught us how to read.
Come, use your fear and anguish since they’re all you’ll ever have;
the depths of frozen loss demand you weep, command you grieve.
Erase the urge to use your feet, they’re buried in the floor;
your hands are busy in amidst some spines of crystal fur.
We glimpse each other fatally, I’m yours and you are mine;
forgive the whirring bats that cry, “It’s not real! You’re alone.”
battered, beleaguered and besotted – such would be the upshot of a day spent inside your mind – and it would be worth it
Does nothing frighten you?
Absolutely love this, especially the last stanza. So glad to read you again. Very well crafted words!
It’s so good to hear from you (and congratulations! She’s beautiful.) Thank you for these kind words – I am so grateful for our creative connection. Now off to read your latest…
This has to be one of your best, your darkest, your lightest and heaviest ever, Shrinks. And you didn’t even wait to deliver the line which shakes the earth. No teasing, straight to it:
Don’t even try to feel your way out of my mirrored mind;
its labyrinths are carved according to a mad design.
Reminds me of a line from Doctor Who: “I have walked through universes devised by the mind of a mad man”
You have no idea what your words mean to me. Thank you, thank you from my dark heart, darling.
I raise [and chink] a glass of fine red to the wordsmith. You make dead poets dance in their grave 🙂