Wound

by HFagelman ~ February 23rd, 2012. Filed under: Poetry.

 

If life has been for me a spring

Wound round and round

Every good deed anchoring me to here and now

Every laugh and smile another turn

Every brave act

Right decision

Proud moment

Decent outcome

Every held hand

Closed eye kiss

Sense of accomplishment

If it has all served to wind me here

Tighter and tighter

Each strand pushing against the last

A cocoon of bliss that bubbles against the

Ghastly miasma of outer world

Then this moment of unraveling seems poised

A pit of defeat just ahead of my well placed feet

A precipice with no guard rail

No signage and

No bottom

Here I go over the edge

Balloons popping

Wings burning

Stomach churning as my descent begins

I love my wife

My children

My friends

My family

Yet my screams they must not hear

My fear they must not taste

Stoic and strong

I drop and the walls become visual taffy

Rushing past my airborne self

All that prep

All that fantastic drive

Lost in an instant

Taken and burned

Left floating above the spectacle

Like so much ash

I can only fall into my loved ones and

Pray they do not break

 

 

Harry Fagel 2009

 

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