Soul Slave
It always begins the same,
I feel it as the guile moon tricks the trusting sun into retreating upon the horizon,
Its weight belays my soul as it sails slowly along the shimmering twilight above.
No amount of strength can stop its claiming of my consciousness,
And nothing hinders its spidery fingers from the dreadful grip interred,
My spine tightens and muscles contract as a wave of knowing washes over me.
Why must such thoughts always consume me at night?
Like a nocturnal beast awaiting its timely advantage,
And always after the days toll has been taken an my emotions used up.
It is in these moments alone that I question our love,
My mind shaded like the grays and blacks before me,
As dismal reveries ignite the darkness I stare blindly into.
Eternal enigmas boil within my entrails like rotted red meat,
Stewing with questions and poisons and lies,
Painfully gestating inside before birthing realities both ignorant and wise.
Yes, it always starts the same and it ends the same as well,
The moon escapes the sun's revenge and disappears into the stars,
And I again allow my eyes to see the figure lying beside me.
For I know that through all the turmoil it is in love that I am completed,
A powerful rhapsody returns riding along the rolling sounds of dawn.
And I smile inwardly as I hold him closer than before,
Ready for the onslaught of another night to come.
Eric Anthony Crew
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