You were like black ice, there yet unseen
waiting to sweep me off my feet
when I so carelessly wandered by you
You appeared seemingly from nowhere
but you had always been plain in sight
if only I had looked, really looked.
And when we touched, it was too late
My feet were taken from below me
and I fell
Down, down so that my face smashed to yours
and the ground ripped my skin
my head was hit.
You intoxicated my brain
and even as I picked myself back up
you stayed with me, inside me
To twist my thoughts black
Till all I saw around me
was a world of black ice
Pain
Oblivion
Fear
Where all I could do was fall and fall,
hit my head again and again
Pick myself up again and again
and fall again and again.
(15th June 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poesía"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
