Origami
March 13th, 2010, 06:51 PM
Disclaimer: Free verse is not my gift.
Knee deep in sorrow,
He dredged through the murky swamps of love.
Stagnant pools of yesterday like bitter reminders
Of memories of what used to be such sweet solace,
Sinkholes of today engulfed him in heartache at every turn.
No ray of hope e'er breached through
The canopy those branches of gloom created above.
And in that swamp his mind wandered away,
And his mind wandered to dark places,
Wandered to places he never wanted to be.
His mind wandered, his body followed,
Followed through the swamps,
Through the swamps and to the cottage,
To the cottage where the witch lived.
He found her there, in her ways of dark and ol',
He found her there, creating another brew.
Then he looked upon her, and her sinister creation
And with malice in her eyes, she cast him in.
He drowned.
He drowned in a bloody mix of doubt and paranoia,
Drowned in the mix, the wicked witch's kettle, drowned in the brew.
Nightmares were his last taste of air as he drowned.
Drowning as it were,
But if he had some speck of light,
Some shimmer of hope,
That would pull him back to the surface,
To show him it was all a dream
And to show him everything was fine,
He needed his angel to be that speck of light,
That shimmering hope.
Be he wondered suffocating thought.
What light breaks a witch's brew?
So murky,
So thick.
The light pierces but micrometers
In the dark mix,
The doubt and paranoia
Like curtains to the light.
But his mind thought up those dark thoughts,
And so he pondered.
Back?
Was he his retracing steps?
Was his idea of progress this-
A counter-productive illusion?
Digression only temporarily avoided confliction,
And any forward progress
Would lead to the same conflict.
It was like travesing circles.
So with the ideas fresh in his system,
And doubt all the remained in his body
He thought-
Why not go forward?
Further into the dark?
Is the brightest light not found
In the deepest dark?
And as he began to swim deeper in,
Further into the dark mix he remembered.
He remembered what she said:
"Then go futher into the dark,
Into the witch's brew.
But just know,
I will be right next to you.
Holding your hand."
And he realized finally
If she was next to him
Then what light was he chasing?
None.
The light had been there all along,
The light to pull him from the brew, from the swamps.
He turned and saw, deep in the despair,
And angel clenched tightly to his hand
And she said-
"Now, shall we go?"
Knee deep in sorrow,
He dredged through the murky swamps of love.
Stagnant pools of yesterday like bitter reminders
Of memories of what used to be such sweet solace,
Sinkholes of today engulfed him in heartache at every turn.
No ray of hope e'er breached through
The canopy those branches of gloom created above.
And in that swamp his mind wandered away,
And his mind wandered to dark places,
Wandered to places he never wanted to be.
His mind wandered, his body followed,
Followed through the swamps,
Through the swamps and to the cottage,
To the cottage where the witch lived.
He found her there, in her ways of dark and ol',
He found her there, creating another brew.
Then he looked upon her, and her sinister creation
And with malice in her eyes, she cast him in.
He drowned.
He drowned in a bloody mix of doubt and paranoia,
Drowned in the mix, the wicked witch's kettle, drowned in the brew.
Nightmares were his last taste of air as he drowned.
Drowning as it were,
But if he had some speck of light,
Some shimmer of hope,
That would pull him back to the surface,
To show him it was all a dream
And to show him everything was fine,
He needed his angel to be that speck of light,
That shimmering hope.
Be he wondered suffocating thought.
What light breaks a witch's brew?
So murky,
So thick.
The light pierces but micrometers
In the dark mix,
The doubt and paranoia
Like curtains to the light.
But his mind thought up those dark thoughts,
And so he pondered.
Back?
Was he his retracing steps?
Was his idea of progress this-
A counter-productive illusion?
Digression only temporarily avoided confliction,
And any forward progress
Would lead to the same conflict.
It was like travesing circles.
So with the ideas fresh in his system,
And doubt all the remained in his body
He thought-
Why not go forward?
Further into the dark?
Is the brightest light not found
In the deepest dark?
And as he began to swim deeper in,
Further into the dark mix he remembered.
He remembered what she said:
"Then go futher into the dark,
Into the witch's brew.
But just know,
I will be right next to you.
Holding your hand."
And he realized finally
If she was next to him
Then what light was he chasing?
None.
The light had been there all along,
The light to pull him from the brew, from the swamps.
He turned and saw, deep in the despair,
And angel clenched tightly to his hand
And she said-
"Now, shall we go?"