I see nothing yet my sight is not dim.
Heavy as a house, but small as a pin.
Light is dark and days are night.
Found a voice, but never right.

What face will I play today?
I may tell, but do I have a say?
Always comes to the same end.
Will has wandered around the bend.

What did I do so wrong?
Is it true I don’t belong?
This night will turn to day,
In this I have no say.

I come close but out of reach.
Feeble I am in this niche.
Tired yet wide awake.
My end I willingly take.

© 2014 The Rum Review

Less I am than me.
Nothing to hear.
Who sees me?
I don’t see clear.

What is my will?
Is it there at all?
Lost in my fill
I heed to the call.

Will I see me?
Is anything there?
Who can I be?
Dream I don’t dare.

Lost in my place,
I fever along.
Have you seen my face?
No is what’s wrong.

© 2014 The Rum Review

Sell me a reason, tell me how come.
Give night its day with glorious sun.
Tempt me from faded song.
Let me know where I belong.

Remember me, I’m still here.
Convince me I have nothing to fear.
Do I know the meaning of dread?
Yes Sir, it’s all I’ve been fed.

Rattle me, show me the way.
Summon me from where I lay.
Fate finds me full of fear,
Help me be in the clear.

Will you be my medicine man?
Indulge with your wicked ways.
Allow me some freedom,
From the doldrums of the day.

A trusty companion always close by.
It’s not it that deceives.
That’s apparent from the rest of you,
Surrounded by a pack of thieves.

In while I bide my time,
I’ll always think of you.
Once I make your company,
You won’t need to calm my blues.

While I listen to you play,
I collide in your stream of time.
It’s gentle though and then its soothing,
Like a broken hearted man’s wine.

So my medicine man, what is it today?
I’m a little high strung and stressed.
Don’t take too long to indulge me,
Deliver me from this mess.

You are a feast.
A beast.
Someone I wanted to meet.
Languished with heavy thought.
Mind steered foul.

Never be a stranger.