Hindering Spirit
Hindering Spirit
By: Lorraine Pearson
March 3, 2008
("and in the twilight of the morning, it appeared to me at foot of my bed…beckoning me, coaxing me, telling me what I was good for, and it wasn't so good…")
Shape-shifter hovering
Overhead
Twisting words
Of hopeless dread
Painting pictures for
My mind to see
Intending
To leave me
Hopeless…
I've seen
Your bag of tricks
Before…
Leaving me
Paralyzed
Inside your walls-
Of angst,
Debauchery and chains
I'm not
Your slave,
Your w***e,
Your blame…
Now
Dark is bright,
Your playground's
Mine
I've seen your blood,
I've drank your wine
Vintage; smoke, mirrors
Steam and fire
I won't
Be owned
By your desire
Anymore…
© Lorraine Pearson 2008