The Thing Inside – A poem
The Thing Inside
It dug deep inside of me and slouched in
the corners of my mind where it directed
me where to go.
It pulled the strings and propped me up
like a caricature in a show.
My emotions were muted like hearing the
sound of a loud glorious church bell
down deep in a dank musty well.
I floated but there was no water to be seen,
no apparent wave had struck me yet I felt
slapped just the same.
I spied you amidst lights, and through the
wall of sound that I had to walk around and over
and under to get close to your side.
You looked sad and wanting to my brown eyes,
because your blue eyes found mine and
I knew it in my soul to be true.
We were connected me and you.
But this thing that slouched, and slithered and sat
this thing made my eyes see you as a trap
I had to traverse or never make it back intact.
This thing inside had a magic wand, which it tapped on my temples
ever so softly as it laughed at me in glee and showed me the shadows
which raced behind everyone’s
heart along with my own.
My memories were dim as I woke in bed, the creature who once
had crouched inside was seemingly gone.
“Foul creature!” I screamed inside, but no answer came
But mayhem had been met by me that previous night and the
damages I had accrued could not be undone.
I think of that thing that was once inside
and wonder if it will always abide.
by Philip Wardlow 2012