What A Beautiful, Beautiful DanceA Poem by Julius Whitfield
You came vast with no means to leave I hadnt noticed you at first, not through the darkness and certainly not through my own close minded desperation Then you appeared You showed only the desire to settle, like you and yours had done years before You crept by like a dreary shadow and I caught you with the corner of my eye and watched you sneak past and try to evade any sense of being seen. Youre were formless But I knew youd simply be a pest Leaving me with the anticipation to kill you But Ive grown so ill prepared to face you and your kind; Trying to save a few last drops of ammunition to serve you one last beautiful dance Ill try to wait you out But how long can my patience hold on to something that can be taken care of in mere seconds You arrived again Misty and furtive I could hear you snicker as you cursorily scampered across the way You hid in waiting and I reacted brashly and I fudged you I couldnt tempt the infection and let it conduct a childhood phobia that had been buried for years You let it resurface, relapsing and carving a niche into my skull Where I became nothing, but remains. I let you succeed for the moment I escaped you and your arrival Retreating to a place where I knew you couldnt find me I have to toughen up and take you down, someday, sooner or later Will you still be indistinct then? No longer a pest Now all the anticipation has awaken me Pushing me to kill you Even if I am ill-prepared, I will face you and your kind Kill and eradicate every last one that comes my way and we will dance. Oh yes, what beautiful songs we will dance to. You are my adversary Closing me into your virus room I will crush you and flush you out. Adversity lies skin deep. Fear is my true enemy, my fear of you, my intolerance building my trepidation and letting it creep upon me Like a tickle, a gale of nervousness, and a gust of hostility just as I think of you smothering me, feeling you walking on me like some doormat, as if Id be dormant to let you settle. Please No Javascript="if( confirm('Are you sure you want to remove this blog?')){return true;} else {return false;}" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.confirmRemove&blogID=140666878&Mytoken=5449A0A0-1A2E-44C2-AB1B0F337D2079105776128"> © 2008 Julius Whitfield |
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Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorJulius WhitfieldSt Louis, MOAbout21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..Writing
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