blackwater

delve into
what could hold true,

rivers cold are calling you, through ripples
making war in clear water.

(he swallows up the world you see,
and it tastes of
your confusion and refusal.)

burrow through,
what hurts stays true,

the wind won't blow and that door
has lost its hinges.

he ties a ribbon across your eyes, saying surely
you can understand
that after this,

there will only be excuses.

you walk the plank with ringing ears, lungs that fill with all your fears,
every monster, every prayer, each illusion.

the river screams, the river spits,
it swallows up your traps and all your ruses.

(the wind won't blow and that door has
lost its hinges.)

oh clearly you should know by now,
there's no good way

to say goodbye,

what we fear
only grows stronger in seclusion.