Shadows
and silhouettes,
outlines of things
best left
hidden
in the empty
places of the mind.
Memories of scars,
keloid – raised and hard,
mark the path
chosen
by the clawed feet
of unfriendly
vultures,
who,
I might add,
should be more grateful,
since they feasted
upon my eyes.
Promethean-sighs,
concerning the weight
of the future,
cool my tongue,
without soothing
the burning
in my lungs
caused by
a forgotten gift –
the burning heart
that has no power
to choose
who
is burned
by the blind man
chained to his rock.
©️ 2020.