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Poem Details
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| Title: | failure by design |
| Date Submitted: | 5/1/2005 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
I stopped, I paused, I took a breath, took a step without looking behind, without freaking out at my own shadow; looking instead to the sky, feeling the warm sunshine. Why let it penetrate my weak defence? Why be warmed by such false security? And taking another step without looking behind to see it all catching up. Dark misty, cold, black tendrils. Reaching. Why did I ever stop running from this darkness? It's ravaging and raping my mind. Why did I ever breathe? It's pressing in around me, now filling my lungs with air once more tainted. Free of the images, why did I let that light fill my view? I knew the mist would come. Return. Veil my eyes, weigh me down, poison my mind. I knew. I have the memories, the past I cannot escape. I knew what was coming and I feared. But I stopped running. Why? For I was caught, fallen. (Tripped). It is failure by design. It's me.... |