Free verse poem |
Plastered, disastered, tied up in a Gordian knot Each time she pulls the strings, the tighter they get Struck with lucidity, for a moment at least Insanity momentarily locked in the bottle under her arm Opening the lid will allow Pandora’s turmoil to escape Taking her to places she never intends to visit Into her world of darkness she is falling, lost again Subjected to mental anguish, emotional rape Fear her companion, stress her lover, denial her friend Leading her down the path, hoping to find what she has misplaced That feeling of ease and comfort once so warm and embracing Unleashes the maelstrom of hell’s fury, wrath and vengeance Insidiously quiet, baffling, patient, cunning and sly Lying in wait, sounding as a siren calling her to disaster Always appealing, its lies perfectly sweet and promising A song of love, relief, fulfillment and joy, a song of deceit That first taste is bitter, hard flavored by a bit of remorse The second not much better, tartly flavored with guilt The third flavored with warm memories of past days As night continues the path is cleared, the course set The awareness of futility sighs, it slowly moves on Calm and quietness settle in for their short stay She has found the magical balancing place momentarily Unaware its fulcrum is soft and crumbling under her weight Disaster awaits her again another drink or two or three away Insane thoughts of a distorted past spur her onward Looking for just the right place that eludes all who suffer It exists no more, perhaps it never did, perhaps an illusion |