The unsighted CyclopsA Poem by Hugh OliverHeart lowers with each breathe Shoulders shrug between would-be rest Eyes drooped down on crushed mound of heaping mess And all the while I cannot sleep. While lost I clutch at the tops of stems The buds rip off, and settle in my hands. Striding with each knee tensed. Struggling among the reeds, each surge, each stretch And all the while I cannot reach. Sun blinding on my face, I cannot see and pursue with hands out spread- Taking no comfort in it’s light, having not the energy to fight And all the while I fail to find my feet. I fall and collapse to ground Swallowed whole to a hundred hands that grab and maul Shrieking out to kin ------ with gasps Falling downwards, spiralling fast Round and round And all the whilst I’m lost n’er to be found Dropped into a labyrinth, this maze In dizziness and nausea, I gaze. My last eye lid closes, yielding, overcome, swallowed beneath the ground, undone. And all the while I am asleep. And all the while I scream, I shudder, I shake, I weep. © 2016 Hugh OliverReviews
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