Blind Es'cape'

When life turns sour and the ones you love are the ones to suffer, it weighs you down like a cape of sadness that grows and envelopes you.

At this moment I'm caped in crisis

and it follows behind me as I walk.

A shadow of chaos, black tar lungs

expanding and contracting by light.

More often than not, I feel sundown

approach like an emotional landslide.

I am buried in its folds smothered;

suffocating, choking, my fire damp.

It is like running tethered to stone

or climbing without the use of legs.

I struggle, bent by tragedy over-top;

Deaths knee in my back, sacrificial.

I'm awaiting the deathblow's arrival

chest exposed, offering up my heart.

My cape drags deep its clawed fingers;

not even Superman could learn to fly,

when the veil of night

has blocked out the sun.     

Author's Note

Sorry to be a downer, but the pen follows the path of my emotions and presently, it is lost in the approach of a foreboding night, not for me but for those I love to contend with and it weighs upon me like concrete shoes and fever.

Reviews

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This is a perfect example of how effecting a poet's pen can be. Your words in this piece, took a firm seat on my shoulders.

[Astro]

Well I'm again pleased to have made an impression on you PH. Been away awhile, hope to return to some serious writing very soon, with regards to the cafe submissions. Thanks for the review.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I've been away for some time as well. Trying to get back to the edge of the great ink well known as the cafe.

[Astro]

Well, welcome back let's hope we can both find inspiration in the days to come.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Here's to inspiration, may it swiftly find our hands.

[MoriartyMesa]

Sorry dude,but this is what my mind went to like a hammer in a spike http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PtItrtUAT4&feature=share&list=PLC6823CD2287EFA44

[Astro]

Well, I could take this in a couple of different ways, but regardless, your link has made me smile. Thanks for reading.

[Kristin Lee]

The emotions expressed in this piece are permeating. But they are universal, we've all been there. And, you've penned them masterfully. The bit about Superman not being able to fly is quite stunning, it really drives the point home.

[Astro]

Thanks again for such a great review Kristin.

[Kristin Lee]

I wouldn't offer them if they weren't true. Your writing really has been very strong as of late :)

[Astro]

Thanks for that, I have more in store. ;) I will get to your 'Oblivion' soon, promise. ;)

[Dana Alsamsam]

"More often than not, I feel sundown
approach like an emotional landslide.
I am buried in its folds smothered;
suffocating, choking, my fire damp."

wow. i could feel you choking and breaking in this piece. each and every stanza offered an impeccable and truthful image of helplessness and constriction. a favorite lyric of mine says "there's beauty in the breakdown" and you have definitely done that here. you've taken your darkness, sadness, your breakdown and turned the words into something beautiful. i can only hope the wheel of the world will turn again in your favor...amazing work, keep writing out the sorrow

*hugs*

[Astro]

Thanks Dana, your appreciation of my work has already helped to turn the wheel in my favour. I'm sure I will write further in the vein of sorrow, but I try not to linger. Hugs and Thanks

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Is it something like you are timid of the night, that superman can't fly in the dark, but then why doesn't batman fly if he is a bat from the dark. Or is batman a beisball player that bats.

[Astro]

Superman is rendered powerless without the sun, so he can't achieve lift-off, much like Batman who needs technology to help him glide through the night but cannot do it on his own. I am not "timid of the night" as you put it, I don't shy away from its weight, I simply tire of it being so heavy.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Oh my goodness, you just opened a door to a new creative avenue with your response, thank you so much. Applause, how could I ever thank you.

[Astro]

Glad...to help. No thanks needed.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

More often than not, I feel sundown
approach like an emotional landslide.
I am buried in its folds smothered;
suffocating, choking, my fire damp. -- This is fantastic, such a strong stanza.

I don't see this as a "downer", I see this as the real, honest, art of life. Life isn't always beautiful, and it isn't always fun, but the true poet can turn the somber into something beautiful...as you have done here.
I'm sory you are feeling this way, and i would give you a hug if I could, but all that I can do is say that in writing out your thoughts and feelings you have touched another heart across the miles. :)

[Astro]

My eyes tire of watering but, but gladly rest upon your offered shoulder. If, for only a moment I can again see the sun. Thank you Sarah.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

:( Well, there is always a place on my shoulder available for you if you need it, my friend.

[Astro]

I would hate to crush it, but perhaps I could I in the very near future. I must log off for a bit. Thank you very much, you are a true heart.