I walk alone

I walk alone

How far is it to the end

Did I pass through a beginning

The draw of the light

Is intoxicating,

It hovers in the slurry

Of dark imaginings

Before the fear

Slices through my apprehension

With the sharpness of a blade.

The hot flow

Of salted blood

Is not a tonic

There is no mistaking

The stink of a miasma.

It is a gusher

Sweeping me off my feet

The shadows on the skyline

Bewitch me.

It is in the nature of such things

To bear fruit

In the fevered brain

Of the unwary drunkard.

Wake me first

Put out the fire

It burns through my defences

Breaking the silence.

The veil of sorrow

The secrecy of death.

There is no reprieve

Shake me up

Loosen the bonds

That hold me to this board

I will be free of them.

Sleep is not without its danger

I will end this charade

Shake me up

Render me lucid

There is little harm in a swoon

As long as I wake.

Find a way

The truth of my derangement

Lies in the waking

There are still moments

To be had.