The unsighted Cyclops

The unsighted Cyclops

A Poem by Hugh Oliver

Heart lowers with each breathe

 

Shoulders shrug between would-be rest

 

Eyes drooped down on crushed mound of heaping mess

 

And all the while I cannot sleep.

 

While lost I clutch at the tops of stems

 

The buds rip off, and settle in my hands.

 

Striding with each knee tensed.

 

Struggling among the reeds, each surge, each stretch

 

And all the while I cannot reach.

 

Sun blinding on my face, I cannot see and pursue with hands out spread-

 

Taking no comfort in it’s light, having not the energy to fight

 

And all the while I fail to find my feet.

 

I fall and collapse to ground

 

Swallowed whole to a hundred hands that grab and maul

 

Shrieking out to kin  ------            with gasps

 

Falling downwards, spiralling fast

 

Round and round

 

And all the whilst I’m lost n’er to be found

 

Dropped into a labyrinth, this maze 


In dizziness and nausea, I gaze.


My last eye lid closes, yielding, overcome,


swallowed beneath the ground, undone.


And all the while I am asleep.


And all the while I scream,  I shudder, I shake, I weep.

© 2016 Hugh Oliver


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"Heart lowers with each breathe

Shoulders shrug between would-be rest

Eyes drooped down on crushed mound of heaping mess

And all the while I cannot sleep.

While lost I clutch at the tops of stems

The buds rip off, and settle in my hands."

Posted 9 Years Ago


"Round and round



And all the whilst I’m lost n’er to be found



My last eye lid closes, yielding, swallowed below the ground.



And all the while I am asleep.




And all the while I scream, I shudder, I shake, I weep."

I felt it as a wonderful song...Bravo...........


Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 20, 2013
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