A Place I Dare Not Tread
I have built a door
Deep where no one will know,
A place covered in vines and
Trees; a place no one will go.
Even I, myself, find that
It is hard to look upon,
And harder still to imagine
As formless creatures bodies don.
These things once were
Memories and feelings felt,
Though now have metamorphosed
To poker hands poorly dealt.
I could see sunshine in the forest
On days the skies were clear,
But now I am afraid, for clouds
don’t break; a storm draws near.
So strongly lightning’s thrown,
And thunder shakes the land,
That now I wonder what will come
If the door is opened by my hand,
And I place my fingers
‘Round the knob, and squeeze,
Twist, and watch it open,
And as it swings, I freeze.
‘Neath layers of broken promises,
Fortune’s failings, chances lost,
I spy a familiar face in hiding
That I once was quick to accost:
I see myself under siege,
Cowering, whimpering;
I move to help myself,
But find that I am fleeing.
My legs carry me through
Swamps and pointy forest ground,
Into the heart of darkness,
Where the problem’s center is found.
Here I lie, with broken teeth,
Unable to speak, or even breathe,
And as my assassins converge on me,
My final thought rings: “At least I am free.”
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