Down Stream

Down Stream



Savage poison

eclipsing the Wolf moon.

Time is putrid, embracing me

like an impending slaughter.


Can’t stop the attack no matter

how hard I strain, or promise

to defend the purity of my thoughts.

It will come to no good end, going on

to this end, head in a block wrench,

dreams staggering crippled

out of sight.


Come back before

I smash my back

on a long fall down the stairs,

into the darkness, past purgatory,

past the tragically resigned.

Come on, enough of this fated disaster.

For months now I’ve held my own,

held my head high, praised

every morning with directed action.

I can’t go back, picking through the rotting carnage,

pretending, giving energy to the pretense,

when my energy is sacred, belongs

to you O God and nothing else.


Please save me from this hissing atrocity,

this lethal succubus and the flashing behind

my eyes – the gigantic war inside,

knife wielding, piercing, rein-less

and the dark blood pain.

Please O God and Jesus, breathe your light

into me, fully. Let me love you the best I can.

Is there anything I can do? Is there any chance

for a miracle?


The shades are being pulled. The dungeon steps

are steep and I am heading down,

into that familiar filthy chamber.

Please take my hand, O God, lead me

into the open air and say “Go on your way –

you are mine, no longer a stranger.”


Copyright © 2021 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “ILA Magazine – Feature Poet” September 2021



Published in “Spillwords Press” March 2021

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Published in “Chicago Record Magazine”

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