Total Immersion …
The scene is set. At night the shadows climb.
The moonlight gently slips through my fingers
Cathartically, I paint about my crimes
As the corpse of a shadow beast lingers.
It lingers near the wailing prayers I speak
Near the tears wept too often for nothing.
The words I whisper where the walls are weak,
A spot where I hope someone hears something.
Yet I paint, drunk with color, life to canvas,
blotting empathy, wallowing in strokes .
But in dark tones the ivories are anxious
And the walls are cold, like funeral smoke.
I breathe so heavy, my eyes tracing dirt,
My brow tipped low in sadness of my worth
My breath now spent, and my diaphragm hurts,
my tears pour in steady rivulets to earth.
This sadness like a crashing wave consumes,
And armies of sentiments are rushing in.
These deepened walls demonized this bedroom,
And their opinions lead to destruction.
Still, I envy this total immersion,
to cleanse the spirit of its wicked whims.
The spot where dramatics were incursion,
and purging happened where the walls were grim.