The door opens, creaks eerily
The world lurches, shudders
My mind struggles against fear
… but I enter … I fall … I cry out
Anything to grab hold of
Any certainty, any hope
… but there is none
But there is a voice, it laughs, pitilessly
Tells me “Don’t fight. Just give in.”
For I am condemned, alone I fight
Alone I fall into dark nothingness
… a child of midnight’s fears
And yes as always, damned forever
I hold back my tears.
As I fall.Endlessly.
Not knowing up or down
Will I die here tonight?
Shroud-less, no nails for coffin lids
Will I give In to this torture
This blessed crime against my hope
Or will I fight back?
I have before, but then I had strength
Now age and time weakens me
I feel frailty In my bones, In my blood
… but mostly In my soul.
I feel lost, and I think I am
… too many days, too many hurts,
Too much damned pain.
Movement ceases, my fall decreases
My pain … It eases
For I have found a certainty
A personal truth. I will find strength
It may be hidden, but never lost
I won’t give In
I will stand tall.
Copyright Stan M Rogers 2018