Trapped

[daemona]

In this room
trapped
like a minotaur
I await the appointment
made long ago.
Waiting for the shadows
to come to me
to consume me
to swallow me whole.

I wait for the death fairy to shake me
in her coldblooded hands
until I feel nothing more
until I am no more.
Sitting...thinking
the blood freezing in my veins
while my heart bumps
faster and faster
as if it was trying to run away
without the burden of this body
without me.

Time slips by...
...sand is running
visions of what is going to happen
won´t leave my mind.

Visions
like demons in my mind
bathing the surroundings
of this sanguine room
in deep melancholy.

A sudden hush at the window
a flash in the mirror...
...I´m seeing her.

Too fascinated to look away
too fascinated to even feel my own body anymore.
Staring in disbelieve
my mouth falling open
but then turning into a smile
as she smiles too.

In her eyes
that I first thought of as...
...cold...and dead...
I can now see
knowledge
deeper understanding
even warmth.

looking into her eyes i feel whole
she knows what I´ve gone through
she knows the desires of my heart.

And I admire the way
she wears her scars with dignity
the way she turns the marks
life left on her
into sad beauty.

But shock
(or just surprise?)
overtakes me
as she hold up a knife
and with a rush
slides the blade
through both her wrists

blood dripping
her image fading
as I scream

but she´s gone already
all i now see is me
feeling lost
scared
as I come to understand
these are my wrists
that are bleeding
this is my body aching with pain
my life that is going to be gone

I realize
the death fairy was no more than a reflection
I realize that I was my own
death fairy.

[Ken Corbett]

Ah, daemona, I was liking this a lot, there is some fine imagery in here. But then it turned into a wrist-slashing poem. I detest wrist-slashing poems.

But I'm not supposed to like it, am I?

Ken

[david]

Gothic feel and your words paint this dark picture with deep, lush strokes...not what i was expecting toward the end, but still hauntingly beautiful and disturbing work.

[Elle Rush]

I understand the feeling of being "trapped" all too well, and how fear can paralyze us, make us feel surreal... sadness can envelope some of us, especially if the past waters are muddy... your writing often strikes a cord with me. Profound, and yet I still sense the strong will to live and to be heard in this voice. That you are expressing is always good. Keep writing the anger and hurt away~turning the bad into beautiful.

[PoetOfSerendipity]

wow.. didn't see the twist at the end until it whapped me upside the head!! LOVE it!

Too many don't see the reflection until it's too late to change what they see.