We walk a long staircase
spiraling down a shaft
A metaphor for the decent
step by step of life, of memory,
We cry painfully as babies
in the lonely stillness
The expressed desire to be
hidden carried in a placenta
Eyes open blinded by paradise
not seeing its sham
The stimulation quivers
eternity’s shifting currents
A pricked finger reveals
a vibrant red drop the nectar
The fluid soon will dry and crack
to be scattered by the rush
I fear that there is only darkness
in death’s waking illusion
Where being is the creation
for today’s forever promise
of tomorrow’s unfulfilled salvation.
I think you’ve managed to convey a gloomy desperation, tempered with a little chink of hope in those last lines!
Very nice. I think you’ve well encapsulated in this piece a fear that most people have – that there’s nothing “on the other side” in contrast to what we experience alive in the here and now.
Indeed. We always find fear in the future’s shaft of darkness.
i enjoyed the juxtaposition of the left / right verse form — as though the right was an illumination of the left… cool!
It’s like two voices, one endorsing the other. You’ve captured a fear that many of us have!