my burn cave.

awake at
midnight.
in the cool, dark
cave
of endless hallways and mystery
doorways.
the noises; my creative
interpretations.

to entertain, to pass the time, too
numb.
what could possibly be so
loud?
at 12am on a
tuesday.
fateful tuesday, in my cocoon I stay. I hide
I smile.

my head. full of creation, full of
imagine.
imagining what emptiness, what
bliss.
buzzing, running, tripping over the confusion.
apprehension.
my head. full of don’t, won’t, must try
harder.
stumbling, faltering. don’t, don’t, don’t ride the
momentum. 

don’t.

it’s cold.
the AC is a breeze, not fresh, not relaxing but
chilled.
I imagine surfing. I’ve never surfed.
I feel goosebumps, I smell salt and sand, I smell
fear.
is it a beast? does it long to taste? no
courage.

my eyes are failing; 10-tonne lids, don’t
rub.
the cave engulfs me: like a moat to protect. like a cage of neglect.

don’t. don’t. don’t. don’t.
won’t. won’t. won’t.

I urge my body to rest. bend to the will.
find ashen, stony, lost ecstasy. again.

embrace the burn.
purge. and burn.
embrace.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: