Obsession

The streets would not take me tonight. Most others in similar positions give obsequious genuflections to our reclusive master. A darkness that is always just out of reach. Sinking gently into a sea of silence is not a fate that befalls me tonight. The repletion of peace will not shake me tonight. All is quiet, and yet I rage.

The hand of the slid to twelve, and the bell struck for the first time today. A dark hallway, a hidden paradise of bleakness. There I sat, at its end, wondering, thinking, pondering, sleeping, shuttering, shrouding myself in an ashen cloak. Its worn edges lay softly on my sordid skin. In the distance I can see a mocking crow perched atop the clock tower.

“Too late” mocked the crow.

“‘Tis fate” squawked the crow.

“Sleep now, at ease now”

“All will be well, or all will be not,

You are already felled,

Accept your lot.” said he.

Lies, crow, all lies.

Who am I to allow demise?

At this time I sit, but what then?

When I choose to stand.

“You won’t.”

Says you, but who knows?

I can be quick on my toes.

Soon enough I’ll be right where I’d been

Far away

Successful

Loved

Who are you to judge the kismet of our tete-a-tete?

“Then get up”

I will, you’ll see.

In a minute I’ll be

“I’ll wait”

So will I

“You don’t have the time.”

You’ll see

You’ll see