Upwelling, unnerving, uprising
Alerted to nothing surprising
No space, no breath, no recompense
No luck or time for penitence.
What should it mean I wonder on
A muse, seraph, mere halcyon?
Could what be near be what is far
Not light sliver but shining star?
A hooded figure trades me a map
Of land forgotten, for this or that
Sodom, Canaan, or hell on earth
The place I lived I was there birthed.
It is the same as ‘twas before
Salt pillar and a countless whore
Where is my God? Destroy this land!
Give me respite by your swift hand.
Vengeful, wrathful, hatefilled too?
Can you not do what’s asked of you?
Where is your God now, what help is there
Through lies and tears from promise fair?
Yet here is strength in fear of fail
Could one still stand and lo! prevail?
Hark your herald angels sing
Let them aid and give me wing.
What flight to take on wind anew?
What answer is remaining true?
Can you hear or pleading ignorance?
Only a prayer if I chance your dance.
A cry not heard but known by all
A setup leads to mighty fall
How can one fall hard from perch so low
Yet there’s nothing down below.
A desperate act, increasing measure
Mind so fragile, gold like treasure
Fingers grasping but probing not
Cannot be lost what had not been got.
I turn these pages of words you spoke
The dagger is under blackest cloak
A cover for the words you claim
To guide your men to sins refrain.
If you have spirit can I have that?
Or adventure, another map?
Or should I fade out of memory,
Fade away so there’s nothing to see?
I have naught to lose and less to give
I have a life but naught to live
So if you are there, if you can hear
Take from me this demonic fear.
It is my curse, my hooded figure
My stormy sky, my barren river
It is a pressure crushing my chest
A weapon destroying all of my best.
It is too late, there is no mercy
Lord, is this why you won’t hear me?
I am broken, weak, an empty shell
Am not who I was and I am in hell.
© Kris Blackburn 16/02/13