The light has gone out.

The light has gone out.

 

 

Nothing is plenty or even sufficient.

The door opens, but there is no escape

just the long wait under an isolated sun,

walled up in fear and deficiency.

 

It could have been completed, sealed

into the account but darkness hammered

the blush from blooming, and yes, the lesson

to see was written on the Stonehenge, in

the past lives in an ancient Athenian tribe or

when setting five-alarm fires on the moon

when you were a golden muscle, ripe

and violently ending anything soft.

 

Greed gave you all the cards, opinions that

lacked a spiritual dimension. It will not come

until this ecstasy is laid flat.

 

You see – O Tantalus!

You see the stain that created your torment, unearthed.

Walk on it, shed its blood and let it bleed out

its deeply embedded drive and expectation.

 

Hell is individually formed,

a private backyard betrayal.

 

Walk into the shower,

let it cascade down and dissolve this last

unseen-before glitch – see it, wide-eyed

and say ‘forgive me’ say it and

be free.

 

 

Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” September 2020

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-september-2020-mercy-and-fragility/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-11/

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