The Poem

A Poem by darkmeanders

I would suggest reading it a few times

Perpetually in the cold and gray.
Never having seen the light of day.
Floating.
No, falling.
Falling toward a brilliant light.
Away from the breathing night.
In. Out. Recede. Advance.
Spinning endlessly in a vertical dance.
One cough, and the light is so close.
Gasp and give night in a massive dose.
Burning, scorching across the black and white.
Pressure alerts me to my plight.
I know you’re there.
It’s you, the one with the stare.
You read my soul off the page.
Putting me on the world’s stage.
But I don’t want to take that path.
Stop now before I let loose my wrath.
I may only be ink and paper.
But this creation will not obey its maker.
Although you think you will not bend.
Together we will end.