8/6/2019 Brink of the Abyss

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For my angel ...

Brink of the Abyss

Icy mists of shame enshroud my blackened-soul.

Harsh klaxons, blaring from my heart, proclaim allsqualid thoughts. Flares, illuminating cavernsfull of nightmare-fiends, reveal a frightened childlying sobbing in the dark. Metamorphosewalls flash me naked at the world. Pride desertsas gutting-scalpels fling self-loathing-roots andinnards to the judging, scornful mocking mob.

Flee this terror of exposure. Flee your dearthough unearned-love. Bolt rabbit-scared through black-nightwoods on menace-ridden hills. Run, forever-banished in misery's driving-rain. Stumblebleeding on the flint-hard nettled-fields of pain.

Reality dissolving, sombre-broodingroots. Zombie-float through mirage-days of chillingvapour-dreams; curled up tight in flimsy-veil ofshielding-shell; tried; condemned; exiled within aself-made cell; impotent to melt the fangs thatfreeze the bonds that bind the death-wish in the spell.

Poison-seeds rain-soft on fertile gardens ofa troubled-mind. Flowers bloom, in whats? and whys? and awful rows of fearful hows? Answers ring crystal bells from secret-lakes of tear-blood dew.

Help-cries garble. Sane outside ... death-mad within.Talk tomorrow-talk with me ten-million-milesfrom you; engrossed; obsessed; cocooned within adreadful plan. In here there is no coming-dawn;no more; no us; no anything. Who loves youso; would go , and leave you with this mist of shame ...

... You found my shame; and beamed into my soul withrays of healing-truth; dispelling mist and vileveiling-shell, while thawing out the frigid-spell.

Charlie GregoryCardiff

http://poems-by-charlie-gregory.blogspot.com