a poem

debbierose

he came upon me silently, swiftly,wrapping me with lava
enveloped in his arms he took me down to the depth of pain
further and far-er,
slipping deeply in a hazy heady heated like an entwined twisted
tree' I ask, beg, plea whine why me?


I did not invite it into me I was not open to its touch
it invaded me, drinking gulping made famished by a healthy soul
how did he find me I was not looking for this faceless stranger
and why? want and take so much
what did I do
I wanted not its furthered, wrenching, slavish demands
chained to a feathered wooden cell, it drives its ache,ing
need deep into me I arch my body curving up and down throwing my arms and legs about, trying failing to displace his pain the sort only it can make
there is no peace there is no where to flee

but come the day light which slowly brings in comforting light
I know I taught it with all my power thought and meager fight
I empower myself with coloured small shapes, some welcomed powerful medicines
a small amount every day makes for a mighty sword
that wipes it from my body least until his return
I'll be ready, aware and armed with defence
for after all I have my soldiers, my friends, my doctrines
it wont come so cleverly, so silently or swiftly as he did before
never will he enter me uninvited, unheard.

this darkness this pain this thing we call Arther
is not the powerful monster it once was
time has now passed it has twisted, mauled and floored
this gentle soul. which bravely fights each day as it comes
for only the fools and weak of heart would let this pain
become a welcomed life's partner.

Take liberty not!! Arther you are not welcome into this temple, into this threshold this home I call mine
I hide my heart, my body, my Midas
for all your hurt, pain, tiredness
you are only a virus


there you are let me know what you think is it good useless or bad.
i won't mind any comments
cos if you like it I wrote it if you don't Dexter Did.