Helpless in These Chains   

A dark mandala of demon dreams

Overpowers your consciousness

This hell in all it's glory

Is for you alone to see

 

You lose your footing

Your head aches

Craving the abuse

Pulse inside your skull

Dragging you into oblivion

 

Your voice leads me back in time

To that night

We explored each other frantically

Disconnected, hungry for the spirit world

Your hair reflected moonlight streaming through the window

A fusion of cocaine delusion

Wrapped around us, shrouded in paradox

 

That night is one I've been running from ever since

Searching for relief

From the moment when I caught a glimpse of my own

Glassy eyed, trembling death

 

Now you stand before me

A pale siren, vague hunger in your eyes of red

If your wings catch flame and turn to ash

How will you fly away from this?

 

Your vapor prison of color and form

Helpless in these chains, you writhe

Choking on the things you have taught yourself

Not to see

 

© 2006  Margaret Haugen