A Silent Fury

My poetry is in jeopardy
Even in my current state of solace
My words remain muted in my mind
I walk on eggshells
Petulantly perplexed
But, FUCK!!!
As if on lock down
I can’t even begin to muster up this madness
I’m charged with a furied disposition
Begging myself for forgiveness
Aching with good intention
But denied approval
I’m buried beneath bones
From my past
Of habits I can’t seem to kick
For fear of breaking the broken
And awaking those skeletons
--But--
I want to be free
I want to run the risk
Dance the tango with that hollow haunting shell
Kick up dust from some other world
I tell myself I laid to rest
But I’m tired
--And--
I feel like some half eaten delicacy
To rich for the human palate
An acquired taste
Consumed by few
For fear of indulgence and gluttony
--So--
I sit here
Reaching
Digging deep into my own abyss
Swimming in a secret cesspool of invisible words
They melt on my body
Teasing my mind
My tongue
My bellybutton
Preying on my soul
They ask to be written
They plea with me
“Please”
And every time I come up for breath
I recognize
Only the emptiness
And the painful echo
-- --
Silence