Overdome

Hector the Sleep Paralysis Demon came to visit, so now there's poetry.

Photo by Dadee Aissa on Unsplash

Look Knot

Don’t look at me.

I don’t know what you’ll see.

I fear what you might see.

And fear that you might tell me.

Please look at me.

I’m not sure I am here.

I need to know I’m here.

If you don’t prove

My existence

I fear I’ll disappear.

God, look at us.

Where have you gone?

We lost you ‘long the way.

You fell asleep

Or wandered off

And lost we’re bound to stay

Friend, look at God

He wasn’t good

He hides his face in shame

Mistakes were made

And words were said

Foundations cracked

Youth left for dead

Profane the holy name

Overdome

A sky of endless white

Color stripped

I float in clouds

Cold and wet and alone and

Cold and wet and alone and

Cold and wet and alone

A light

Far above

Diffuse

I long to rise to greet it

But have no wings to fly

Survive

Feel the fur

Smell the smoke

The pain it stains

Your every waking moment

Deep racking sobs

At memories of the hacking

At fears about the lacking

Of future hungry days

And nights of shiver-quiver

The bow is stretched and taut and greased

The arrow trembles for release

Its purpose hate

Or dinner