latent voice

latent voice

A Poem by AKhaus

I am trying to feel, but it seems impossible to see.  
A latent voice in the background, it keeps telling me to be free.  
I posture, preparing for flight.  
The bells from the church tower rattle in my mind.  
Torn between the dedication of one's life and the instinct of living.     
Cloth or leaves, which will cover me?  
The chanting that echos in the night and the stories brought to me by that sunlight, which will hold my truth?  
Will the beast take over or will I have a choice to straddle between these worlds?  
The drums are calling me when you say you are here.  
I can't help but desire the dance and make love to this fear.
Winding into a serpent speak, I learn I must lay eggs and prey on the weak.

© 2017 AKhaus


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AKhaus
AKhaus

Columbus, OH



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A Poem by AKhaus