Sunday, October 19, 2008

homeward bound...

Ghosts float in the air around me
Leaving me in a mass of white footprints
As they trample
Upon my helpless self.
They whirl and twirl around me
Like Bushmen performing a dance for their rain god.
I press shut my ears and eyes
But I only hear and see them better
And the torment they sink me into is now worse.

I hold hard to anything around me
But in my gropping, my hands are held hard.
Finally they’ve had me...
It’s dark and I try to kick and wail with all my might
I know it’s a losing try but I still fight hard,
Finally I give in and I’m lifted sky high
I hear their triumphant laugh in an echo
Then it sinks in,
Hell is now my home.

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