Cat walks under a ladder and I loose my way.
Two is a number that doesn’t quite sway.
Does that make me loose or too tight?
To be honest I think this place is a blight.
Though I have no clue as to where I stand.
Other than to say it is not where I planned.
With angels screaming and devils in tears.
Am I the anti anti so many have feared?
Interconnect with connections frayed.
Starting to believe my seconds are paved.
Set out without me having a choice.
Maybe next I’ll loose my already small voice.
Be lost amongst tombstones and kings.
Meant to sprout and fly off on golden wings.
While everyone else gets their happy ending.
I have to fend off the feral beasts with a rending.
Poised at the culmination of what I no have clue.
Dots are connecting to spell, I need to go.
Race across this once pearlescent blue.
Get as far away from here as I did you.
Devastated by moments I once held dear.
That was until the embedding of abject fear.
Since then I have been but a shadow.
Always determined to sink my teeth into marrow.
Separate and give me a chance to sing.
Rather than seal me inside a rock salt ring.
Incantations that result in an itch.
Repeat them again and you’ll need to sever a stitch.
For your mouth will be sealed as penance is owed.
After all innocence is what you have mowed.
Cut down before its prime had begun.
If I am the monster then you are the arch villain.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 