The unnamed poem-By The Chimera

Since my absence lately has been nothing short of shameful i decided to post a piece I wrote a little while back,Make of it what you will,it has a profound personal meaning to me but what it means to you is up to you to decide, The poem is unnamed and will remain unnamed hence its theme of loss and confusion, I thought it was quite fitting.

art by Zdzisław Beksiński - 1972

Torn away from me, the I that was known to be

Struggling against an impassable tide

In fits and starts

Gasping

Ripped from the shore, not in sight, a doubtful vision

I swam out to sea

Pandemonium cries over the water

The others came, and filled my spaces with sand

Dust gave rise to beings

Torment their breath

Bedlam’s Genesis

Merry crowd

It tore at my knowing

Knowledge of what was

Lineages passed by my vision in a flash-flood of despair

An innocence lost to the imperative of survival

Ebb and flow back to land, bathed in its naked light, stillborn,

ripped from the womb and tossed squirming on the shore

gasping and prone, face pulled taught in horror

eyes wide in apprehension

the I that was, tore at skin

condemned I am

sealing cracks with brittle bone

before the levies break

The surges of they of me of we and us the nameless I

Raging …the writing on the door…

A sight given light

Ball and chain

No pleasure without pain

Loss before gain…spinning screaming carousel confusion...

     again

     and again

     and again

A knock on the door..

Key in the lock..

Bury it

Bury It

Lock it away

Stash it away

Before you come crashing down.