My Escape

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As I nestle inside the chapters
I’m transported, to the depths of the pages,
Sitting, beside the characters in dispute
Knives drawn, seeing the mystery solved
Right in front of me,
I’m there, amongst all the words
Pressed and read a million times,
And as the final chapter ends,
Where the character I have followed
From the prologue, to their tragic end,
Shutting the book, opens reality,
As I search for my next literary escape.

©DorianPoe 2015

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A Fly on the Wall

Riddles infest my burdened, insomniatic mind
Watching, the fly upon my wall, how bored
It must be, peering down at a dented bed,
Then wondering, why not find a more appealing scene,
Am I that entertaining, swimming in misery
Of the mocking tick coming from my bedside clock,
There goes another hour, debating the shit eater,
And just like previous night’s, I’m consumed
By the deep labyrinths that I, trapped myself in,
Until, there came a knock upon my door,
Not the front, but my chamber door,
Despite its haunting peculiarality, I opened it
Finding only an empty hallway, dark and cold,
Silence echoes through, this eerie vacant hall
With my heavy breath fogging my surroundings,
Chilled whispers reach out for me from behind,
I back in, to my chamber seeking for what has crept
Through my gates, and into my unrest,
I feel my entire body, tense up from a horrid chill
Pulsing me up against the far wall,
And then, it appeared to me, in the mist of my breath,
My floating demon, keeping me from dreamscape,
Jumped, into my chaos within, amplifying it,
Until I imploded, forever asleep.

What is normal to the fly,
Is chaos for the spider.

©DorianPoe 2015

Room at the End

In a room, kept locked, by a serpent,
There visits, a tormented girl,
She puddles the emptiness
That keeps her in, echoing her pain
Into cup of her own hands.

Ran away years ago, into stranger waters
And swam out into the middle,
Wandered into her own abyss and found
This room, at the bottom of the shattered sea,
Abandoned, except for her fear,
Perched on the wall, screaming at her,
Keeping the shadow at the stalk,
A silent stampede raging toward her
As she continues to drown, on the tile
Swallowing words that swim in her head,
Hunted in the low light of her clouded mind,
Slowly closing the scope, making the room
Smaller, tighter and closer to her fear,
While she hides in her hollowed hands
Catching the dread pouring out,
At the same time, the lurking evil
Penetrates beneath her skull, letting in
The gushing tide, that suffocates her,
Laughing from it’s safe haven, enjoying
As she slips into the bleak, beneath the surface.

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©DorianPoe 2015

In the Distance of Time

A constant chill, rushes through
These bodies, deserted channels
Haunted, by a love, buried from sight,
Their whispers are forgotten pieces
Of a rich history, bled out,
Dried up, in the destruction of the wasteland,
No sun to warm the two, wrapped
In each other, their blanket arms
Lost in the bitter bite,
Still, a smile under dust
Outlines the fading ledge of the earth,
Distant from life, but firm grasp
Kept, throughout the decay around them,
Even when blown away, they grow back
For they are rooted, in love.

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©DorianPoe 2015