Poem 3

More old poetry

Peel back the layers of life and
succumb to reality
lurking within,
the beauty of death and darkness caress my cheek
leaving a pleasant scratch
turn away to find my life dangling by a fickle crimson thread
envision the past
pray for the future
spring into cecity
entangled by a sticky web of hopelessness I cede
done with the outpour
calm waters rush over and
congest every cavity
can you see me now
old visions recycle rewinding your fond touch
grinning I descend into myself
finality