Unwanted Lady

Unwanted Lady she has wrapped me in a cloak of fear smothering me with with a dark shroud of enclosure causing my body to sweat and tremble and my heart to pump and race like a runaway mustang she has cursed me with heavy feet hardened in cement my eyes turned backward to the ghastly one chasing and reaching, lunging at me from behind wanting only to consume me she has comforted me with a tender warmth and allowed my heart to revisit love with glorious and wonderful visions and I am always left in incompletion filling in details stretching the wonder making it stay a little longer and then embracing her with a thank you  she is the invention of silliness of conjuring mixing him and her and them and I in a place out of place with characters out of character and I hate the deja vu of her whims taking me places I’ve been before and I hate the bears clawing at me and I hate when she tries to explain my fate, forewarning  tragedy in which I am the victim, for she is brazen and intruding slyly slipping into an empty recollection as an uninvited guest she is that lady of elation she is a beast of damnation she haunts me and taunts me she is here and gone in the middle of my sleep she is just a fantasy, but a real one and once in a while she allows me to revisit love Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 09:21 PM PST   0 • 10