Who am I? said the knock on the door. <br />Who am I? asked the shadow that followed. <br />Who am I? whispered the glade surrounding the stream. <br /> <br />I am a monster wrapped in a tinfoil suit <br />with a core of light like a God. <br /> <br /> 'Come to me through my open door <br /> where shoulder blades sweep feathered upwards <br /> across the deep abyss of existence, ' <br /> <br /> my friend insists, <br />through the single window pane <br />pressed vibrating to my forehead, <br />awake in the middle of the night. <br /> <br />I will come <br />while the children rest <br />and tame Cerberus listens <br />on no chain, <br />and we will go where you want. <br /> <br />My eyes will get used to the light, <br />but remember please, won’t you, <br />I have forgotten so much.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-and-tame-cerberus-listens/
