Black HeimA Poem by Deron Alexis
Black Heim I
stumble to my feet That one
was rather rough The sand
full of slate and flint Sharp and
jagged And a
storm cloud swirls The thunder
never stops Over and
again Again and
again And yet
I’m never tired of it
My skin
feels like paraffin My life
among the mannequins Never shutters
to begin “Are we
alive?” My voice
sounds so abstract “Well
you’re not yet dead” Says a
doll from my side “Then,
why the riggermortis?” The cold
and the numbness Apprehension
and nervousness Why not
just do it And be
done Can’t
move when you’re forlorn And the
world never stands still For that
needy boy or girl So here
we are at Black Heim’s beach Singing
to dead trees rustling Grey leaves
in the winds Howling
for their comfort Whipping
the storm to be uneasy Is why
it never rains easily And atop
the peak Is where
euphoria once was But it
dried up in the drought When all
sanity was in doubt And no
one wanted us nearby.
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Added on January 29, 2013Last Updated on January 29, 2013 Tags: sad AuthorDeron AlexisCunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and TobagoAboutBeen gone from writers cafe a while. Dunno if im back for good. Im hoping im not as much of a little s**t as my 16 year old self was. Lets see how this goes i guess more..Writing
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