I open my sleepy eyes
Into the hollow dark emptiness
Of these four walls ,
Which cocoon me,
Hold me captive,
As a helpless and morbid form
Too weak to see the light.
I get up drenched
From my sad and noisy bed,
Which fails to hide
My nightmares and my phobias
That push me to the corner,
With my legs folded on my chest
As a shield to protect.
I take a look around:
I’m alone as always;
But its better this way:
At least my paranoia
Of oblivion and betrayal
Cannot stab me in the back tonight.
I sigh out of relief:
Another night I’ve managed
To hide and stay alive,
If this is what it’s called.
I curve my weak lips to smile
At my sorry self,
And at my specious victory.
But then the door creaks open,
Faint moonlight fails to reach me,
But lights up her body as she enters
The room which fills with her aura
That somehow fails to glow on me.
I remain hidden in the darkness
As she glows in her own strong aura.
I lift my face to look
At her beautiful kind face,
Her many-a-times healed form
Which told stories of the battles
Of her mean and unforgiving past.
Her aura exudes her strength
And her power to forgive.
She stands in the centre of the room
With her eyes closed as if in a trance:
A silent strife against the darkness
Which with each passing moment, leaves me.
I clutch on to the last morsels
Of the darkness of which I’ve become
A thankful parasite.
Moments pass by and my curiosity
Starts to get the better of me,
When she finally opens her eyes,
Which settles on the inhabitant of the room.
She takes a moment before she calls me
To herself in her arms, to protect me,
To promise eternal light and happiness.
Her words soothe my soul,
And I try to reach out to her,
To let her help me, caress me.
She hands me a chisel and beckons me
To bring down these walls that weaken
My mettle, and strengthens the shadows
That guard my captivity.
The cold chisel hammers into the wall,
And frees the bricks that have been
Effective in enslaving me as its prisoner.
But as the bricks fall by one,
My paranoia grows stronger,
And I begin to feel vulnerable and naked,
As I had always feared to be.
My fears now take control of me,
I realize that I belong to what I’m ridding,
Destined to be damned in the dark corner
Everlong in this never ending life.
I stab her between her chest,
She falls to the floor which fills with her blood
I reach down to collect her bones to rebuild my walls.
Epilogue:
I search for your sense of introspection,
I long for that gift of gratitude.
All you need is an intervention,
All I want is some solitude.