me or not me
this dense worm
writhing at my core
spinning its cocoon
of pain and misery
drawing unto itself
all Love and Light
in the end all Life
e.x.t.i.n.g.u.i.s.h.i.n.g
twisting its naught
into a veritable hoard
trove of the damned
and double damned
whether I do or do not
my painbody holds
on & on to everything
feeds on slightest slights
in worse cruelty delights
perceiving veiled innuendo
excites drama's crescendo
harmless lapse benign neglect
surpasses sleeping intellect
try as I might consciousness
[ eclipsed ] cannot be found
finished feasting rosy-replete
leaving scene worm retreats
subsides until the next round
I'm left to clean up its mess
disentangle its sticky web
shaken I unravel deceit
saboteur sad impostor
inner identity thief
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Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
