Shadow Crow

To be read with another of my poems called Scarlet.

I fumble around in the dark

For the doorknob

Opening the door to my heart

I write poems and throw crumpled pages at the wall

Hoping they’ll stick

My eyes glued to the back of my head

Hoping they’ll stick

In a pitch white plane of silence

The noise of nothing screaming

Pounding my eardrums like a heartbeat

The repercussions of never fitting into this jigsaw world

Just another piece of the puzzle

I hitchhike through the narrow hallway of my mind

Trying to leave the labyrinth like a lost bullet

A tripwire of many climbing the walls of my skull

The metal melody metallic melodramatic majesty

In the lone man’s banquet of sanctuary

Tragic tapestries trappings of rhapsodies rattling ravelled staccato

Reverberating mosaics playing permeating radioactive Rorschach orchestras

Strawman anguish vanquishing dangling pancreas ankle-weights knee-deep to waist

Holding heavy hate over his head like a pedestal

Remnants of emissaries vicariously lariat into a mountain of bodies

Twisting and turning and knotting until they become one

Tongue-tied spirals kaleidoscope the nightlights of vice-grip the psyche

As the people form together into the jigsaw I could never be

Fumbling around the doorknobs for the lightswitch

In an endless basement of swallowed stars

Where even the foundation of light lost its way before the end of the tunnel

And somewhere amidst this trainwreck, I am still alone

Sitting by the stairway, like a telephone line crow

Under halftone piano notes

I return to the dark as I emerge to the light

Two heads with the same skull

Talons of Valkyries scratching the vinyl surface of the abyss

The skin of the morning dew

Stretching taut across the trypophobic rockface of Gaia

Valhalla’s alleyway’s for clandestine valentines scraping homo-sapient

You cannot wipe yourself completely clean

And start anew

Everyone leaves a stain on this world

The fabric of history was once a white canvas

The sky is not only full of bright colours

There is no guiding light to walk towards

Without the existence of your shadow

There is no door

Without the same empty force, watching, entering

Wishing for both shadow and light to begin blurring together into art

The seeing of two eyes

Cross (paths)

Both wishing to be on the other side

Wanting, losing everything they left behind

I fumble around in the dark

And find my way inward and out

(Third eye blind)

Walking the line

The chalk angel

The tightrope of a kaleidoscope

Somewhere between the light of my shadow

Author's Note

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