moving through a passage
using failing night vision
to discern rough moist walls
a faint gleam guiding your step
light that isn't light
to move through
dark that isn't dark
as though pouring yourself
a hot scalding liquid
down this endless hallway
everyone you've ever known
has turned away
annoyed or in boredom
long ago
how rude of them of you
especially you
to have kept them waiting
so long they've forgotten
why they cared
every now and then
you come across a lantern left
abandoned by a discouraged traveller
its fuel run out
its wick guttering
where they were left
to feel their way along
like the blind
yes everyone's blind here
at least you don't have that disadvantage
no you've always bumbled
in the dark
a catch in your breath
at the sheer injustice
of this imposed journey
your eyes perfectly adjusted
until now
untethered you sense
you've been lost
from the beginning
spinning these stories
hoping to find the thread
that holds them together
how long has it been
you're moving still moving
through the passage
gleaning
YOU ARE READING
No Turning Back
Poetry~ Some days, no matter how I stop up my ears, I still hear the bell's knell... ~ This book of poetry explores and exposes my personal struggle, as I witness an entire society turn its back to avoid seeing how its behaviour impacts our fragile, bele...
