Curiously, I wander these
darkened hallways; a lingering
feeling of an old reality
still alive here...
Too, too inquisitive; I must challenge myself -
to open these creaking
frightful doors and step into
those ominous rooms
Face the blackened mirrors
try not to turn away
from a reflection of myself
which I am afraid to behold...
There: hideous demons gnash and bite
oh - they vie to make me cower!
They scream in garbled tongues,
liars all, I will not bend!
Girded by my sapling will,
I might turn away, or
I may stand and face
those imps of hindsight
Who dare to taunt me -
entice me with
the wicked, wicked
lusty faults of past life...
Sometimes it would be delicious
to fall into their arms -
be carried away
into that swell of ineptitude...
No, I say - NO!
I wll not wade into that
bittersweet, sucking ooze; the
polluted, ebbing tide of things that used to be...
I possess wings now; strong and new
to soar above that dim-hued world
which I leave behind me now, though
never too far to forget...
KECline / 09-95