Lost in the fog <br />of my great expectations <br /> <br />I sit <br />motionless...emotionless <br /> <br />like a wretched <br />Punk Gothic <br />Miss Havesham <br /> <br />dressed in the rags <br />of what might have been <br /> <br />& what <br />...wasn’t. <br /> <br />My heart <br />a hurt <br /> <br />I nurse <br /> <br />grief greedy <br />as a suckling child <br /> <br />clasped upon <br />my breast <br /> <br />eating it’s way through to my heart. <br /> <br />Chained by the cobwebs <br />of loneliness <br /> <br />to this <br />sorrow <br /> <br />this <br />grief <br /> <br />that won’t be <br />assuaged. <br /> <br />A mirror <br />captures my reflection. <br /> <br />An animal <br />I howl. <br /> <br />The moon disowns me. <br /> <br />Eaten alive <br />by candlelight <br />& shadow <br /> <br />the flames <br />inviting me <br /> <br />to dance <br /> <br />once again.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-3-d-object-in-2-d/
