George Jackson & Eileen

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Steeped in darksome reveries

Hovering over me like  dense

Shadows from unknown places

Like flimsy patterns in the fog

Shadows of indifference that

Taunt the heart, haunt the soul

Invades the mind like gray matter

You lie in an ocean of ebony dreams

Interspersed thoughts if the sun will rise

With the dawn, or shall shadows

hog another day, they creep into every

Orifice and twine around the synapses

They seep into the veins and flood

Throughout the body until you

Are totally imbued with the dark

Madness of disdain and indifference

As it robs your mind and your sanity

Until you start to wonder if perhaps

 They ever even existed at all, here

 In these darkened spaces that dwell

 In the nowhere land between thought

 And communication, a drifter on seas

 Of silent anguish as you go about the

 Motions of everyday life, teeth gritted

In what you hope is a smile to mask a

 Longing with no tangible source, origins

 Unknown yet always there, an almost

 Physical manifestation that seems caught

 In your throat with a taste like old pennies

 That cannot be dislodged, until the day is

 Finally over, and that lump rises to the surface

 Of what you have become, to spill over in a

 Flood of bitter tears that are every bit as silent

 As that inner sea from which they came.

etw&GJ~2005