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Where The 'Hell' Am I ?

Squeezed until there is no room,

I cannot breathe.

The days and nights grow smaller.

My attic is so full.

I need to move out and build bigger.

Arcane forces conspire,and the occult leaves me speechless.

The mystery of life is not what it seems.

Disappearing paths leave me standing in the midst.

Where did I go? When did it happen?

Crawling in the dark, my tortured soul screams obscenities.

It must be Karma,the old ways cling to me in retribution.

My fathers' sins visit me nightly.

Shout! I cannot hear you.

Light does reach for me, and fails.

Desert sands hold and burn my feet.

Touch my brow with icy fingers,and I will follow you.

Scary things,whisper behind me.

The dawn is too small and weak to banish them.

The ring is no protection,it steals from me all reason.

Yet I can't tear it from the chains that hold it to me.

Now bolts of blue- white lightning sear my brain.

The mountain is so high,and I do not wish to climb it.

Tell me once again,that it will be allright.

Make me believe. I want to believe. I have to believe.......

— Geezer, Jun 15, 2009

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Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

I’ve been trying to clean

I've been trying to clean both attic and basement for centuries...in my dreams. Believe what you want dreams are all we have. Mountain climbing and shadow dancing. Much enjoy your poetry, Anna "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

trying to clean

Dreams I believe,are our subconcious trying to communicate with our waking mind. This is the cleansing of clutter,of a great deal of turmoil. I have not finished the job of sweeping the cobwebs,but think that the bulk of trash is at least removed. Thank you for your reading and comments.Gee
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 11 months ago

Geezer...

What is up Gee... loved this walk in the attic scary things whisper behind me... great line! liked the ending very much... enjoyed the read... Richard
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

Thank you Richard

Sometimes if you listen closely,you can make out what they are saying. Then you can be really scared! So glad you enjoyed this one,and those last lines. They are a plea,to those who have survived the scary things. For we all know that which does not kill you,makes you stronger. Thank you again for your read and comments,Gee.