The Horror of Vision

Filed Under: Poetry, Literature.

The shadows cushion each step.
My thoughts cautiously tumble into depths
   denied.

A torrent of arms surround:

   the weight suffocates,
   but breath still grasps each capillary of servitude.

An electric storm takes hold of my hand.
   She carries me, amidst the blow by blow of blindness.

   Whispers surmount in the crackle of air. She speaks.
      ”What you choose not to see will destroy you.”

In vision shall death embrace thee;

   who, exposed by contempt, weeps for the sanctity of suffocation.

The human spirit, so seemingly delicate, surely cannot endure the rush of lightning overhead.
These storms march across our fields of desire.

   I want to be still.
   I want to wrap myself in the stream of shadows below.

   ”I want to be destroyed, o’ goddess of electricity!”

I tear my eyes from their sockets and dive into the torrent of arms surrounding.

   However, each sleepy breath wakes to a shriek of horror.

      My eyes can still see.

Published: 4 years, 9 months ago