Endless oceans of pulsing beats bash against a wretched form

Break not this body won’t, faintly standing as darkness envelops

Thoughts refuse to coalesce; this shelled man lies trapped and lost

A golden glow flashes in the far, a torchbearer clothed in a shroud

Hi and wait, who arrives upon my broken shore

You’re not one I know, delving up the unfamiliar

Mask slides and images resound, colors sing and shapes bound

Memory serves and falls into place as golden glow shines upon a face

It’s the watcher in the dark, the listener of the soul

Her touch makes him weak, her touch frees it’s hold

Deep chains fall by the side, no more upon this rocky land must he wait

This vacuity can be filled, this man will not break

For she takes his hand upon her breast and with a thoughtless smile, drives away the causeless and makes him worthwhile

She is the necessary and the wanted, his watcher in the dark

Without intent, she enraptures his heart, a mirror to his soul

Without her, his life, is surely damned

For what is life without someone holding your hand

Categories: Experimental Poetry Uncategorized

abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.