It’s a rock song and I won’t let you in it <br />Step away from my maelstrom <br />Bits of torn metal shred me to bits to submit <br />My soul to the earsplitting blast of drums <br />My ritual, my solace, my temple, my worship <br />The trigger of my emotions <br />Sunken away underneath layers of sealed lips <br />My core, my firstborn <br /> <br />My hands shut off the air swept inside you <br />Until blue death is done <br />Black sky, bludgeoned clouds, yellow full moon <br />Pray, pray for the saving sun <br />Wind with teeth and nails rakes at the rim <br />Of rivers where troubled waters run <br />My conquests, my weaknesses and nightmares of love <br />The candles I assembled to burn <br />The labyrinth where light is eventually lost <br />Shutter up and bid that I return <br /> <br />But the fire sings through my inner being ceaselessly <br />I am thrilled, singed, forged, and stung <br />Stone upon stone build the monument you may honor for me <br />In the future when I am reborn <br />It’s the howling voice of echoes calling me out <br />Through the darkness, led by my maelstrom <br />Kissing me obscenely with sticky cold on the mouth <br />Making my very breath its own <br />My moments, my memories, my melodrama <br />Sucked ever so slowly upon <br />Draining the drips you nailed in and pushing you further <br />Out of my rock song <br /> <br />The lid is off and I’m losing all feeling <br />The cuts make me numb <br />You wait for a rainbow but will I ever be entirely free <br />Being caught in the storm so long? <br />It’s a light tap dance at the edge of a precipice <br />This duel fought with my maelstrom <br />Down the cliff sprinkle chipped off particles of me <br />In the end you might have to stand alone.<br /><br />Natasha Ashwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-maelstrom/
