What will become of me? <br />The indescribable and hiding, soft footed <br />Fool of a shop front mannequin? <br />Paint me. <br />The clown in make up and the <br />Dark of a shadow following <br />The illusion <br />Of a more substantial being? <br /> <br />What will become of me? <br />Save me. <br />I am imprinted in the years <br />In a self destruct button, crying <br />Mass and the stoic stone of a mask <br />I carried. <br />Carry me, like a child, carry me. <br />Lie me down in an earth bed. <br /> <br />What will become of me? <br />Throw out the rope to me and watch <br />It fall right by me <br />And see I am afraid to grasp. <br />Clinging pale of demons breath <br />To try resurrect me. <br />Exorcise me <br />Tear the dark from my lungs. <br /> <br />What will become of me? <br />Breathe into me <br />And I will poison you. <br />Watch a different Midas touch <br />As everything falls to dust. <br />Hunt me. <br />The quarry fleeting into the night <br />With the eyes of something haunted.<br /><br />Tallie Pascoe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fleeing-what-will-become-of-me/
