"Within the ..."

"Within the …”

cji

1976/2018

caldron of my mind

I slip beneath the surface

to a death with no sleep,

yet you say reach

my hand is there

for you to hold,

but then the whirlwind

increases its tempo

the light becomes

a hole in my universe

of memories called

dreams or night,

yet comes again

light as the surface

is so close,

but there is no one

to hold my hand

only a promise

of what might have been

of what might could be

of what wanes with time

beyond what my mind

can comprehend,

yet as black as nothing

each new day beckons

try again, try again,

twisted my mind weeps

for those who try to find

where it is I am,

I am only right here

where I've always been

in the caldron of my mind. . .!

Copyright © 2018 – cji