memories below the sea
in a dark void of nothingness
blanketed by shadows, I dissolve
into a form of scaly madness
thrown into a pit of vipers I swim
hissing my name in vain,
like rabid lepers in pain, I shriek
lost in underworld of entanglements
my life cuts deep as my psyche shutters
deranged, insane and rearranged in pain
my suicide note floats on a cat’s liver
depressed memories penetrate my limp corpse
covered in kelp on the sea bed, defamed
I scream then shrink into a dot of octopus ink
and become the eye of a tapping raven
stuck in limbo on a chamber door
I had failed to make the deadline of the CoffinHop
my blood soaked poem was eaten by an evil worm
then my computer contacted an Ebola Virus
I read my obituary on the ass of a black cat
“He was a poet, behind and without luck”
A little Lovecraft, a little Poe, and some sly humour, very nice.
an encouraging comment indeed,AF…thanks so much
What fantastic metaphors! Your imagination has positively run wild in this poem. I love it.
i’m beginning to wonder if I’m more of a dark poet than a metaphysical/surreal one, Irina…appreciate the comments
I think you’re both! 🙂
‘lost in underworld of entanglements
my life cuts deep as my psyche shutters
deranged, insane and rearranged in pain’
My favorite lines from this lovely, dark (and a little snarky) poem! Excellent!
Merci’ Nina…like your writing too… snarky?? mmmm no comprende