Pandora's Embrace

I get those shocks of terror sometimes

That my mind slipped through my fingers

Through clenched wired fingers i let it seep away

Tin man hammered hollow

Pulled myself apart

heaving empty on some hilltop

The ground beneath me rusting away

Looking through some vacuous glaze in burnt pilot lights

Casting light on a gurgled and choked existence

And then slip out of my haze

Look down and see

It's still writhing and struggling

I feel the fire in my soul

Whipping and scarring the bones

while both dread and anger rage

boundless and in no direction

It's still here with me

While my body aches for release

But it's still here in me

I can thank God only for that

Reviews

[Petar Oklobdzija]

i loved the imagery used, well done.