The Chamber.
Turn out the light
Turn on the tap
Not water but steam
Flows into your night
Flows into your mind
Flows into your dream
And fills you with
fright
You start to unwind
Unravel and sink to the
ground
The light starts to
brighten
Grows whiter and warmer
Taking you home away
from the trauma.
The Fight.
In a fair fight it’s
one on one,
You have a fair chance
of winning.
In a fair fight when it’s
over it’s done.
But when the audience
gets into the ring
To help your opponent
and do his bidding
Because he’s fooled
them with his goading.
Knowing he is lying,
Knowing he is shying
Away from the truth
Away from the proof
Of anything truthful….believable
Of anything meaningful….credible.
Just standing there exalting,
His people accepting
And willingly
participating
In nothing more
Than your deleting.
That’s not a fair
fight,
It’s not even a fight.
I apologize I've not had time to read the book, but I love the poems. We must figure a way to get them published. That will be my new year resolution. <3
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