Albatross
I feel its dead weight
Try to walk but lumber,
dragging years of doubt,
everything is a chore.
When I go to speak
a puff of dry feathers
chokes my tone, turns
excitement to lethargy,
a smile to gaping bone.
Its one yellow eye can't be ignored
watches me with virulent power
something bad will happen
it ensures, there is no good
left in the world.
And how the shrivelled,
gnarled feet needle
just above my heart.
I carry the corpse of my dreams,
I will never be free of its grasp.
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