So i've been having a bad dream lately... and this is a close representation of the dream turned into a sort of cluttered and unstructured poem. Inspired by the inner workings and mysteries of my mind:
Open my eyes
This cage is my home
I'm on the table
The cold table.
Wake these limbs!
Can I even shift my eyes?
The door opens behind me
Anesthized
But soul still feels
Alive.
Fight or flight?
Helpless
against this blight.
A voice speaks and
wheels move
I move with them
from one cage to another.
Elevator going down
bars shift during our decent;
horizontal and vertical
line up for tic tac toe
only to disappear
and reappear again.
Is he talking to me?
What could he want?
Why can't I understand?
Atleast let me see your face!
(thoughts of words spoken
that come and go without trace)
Gliding on the wheels
bouncing on the cracks again
like a stuffed elephant
rolled into a poacher convention.
One more cage
surrounded by seats that creak
under your fat asses
The flood lights click on and hum
Beneath the whispers of anticipation.
The lights nearly blind
and spots in shapes
of a happier place
cross the frame of my mind.
Time stops
While I focus on the scalpel in hand
Reflected though the blade
A glimpse of face
Stirrings of hatred
For the fledged man
Doctored up and calm
Grinning and speaking
To the eager crowd
Doctor, Doctor
Dr. Me
A tutorial on soul surgery.
The End.
