I've heard that call- <br />inaudible sometimes- <br />that siren call <br />to go and do <br />what <br />I know I shouldn't do; <br />knowing that if I do <br /> <br />it cannot after <br />be undone; <br />this is familiar to me like a brother <br />close to me like a sister; <br />I know its outlines; <br /> <br />its face is clear <br />and yet <br />I receive it <br />on a level <br />below consciousness; <br />its cloying cleaves <br />and leaves me helpless <br />without thought. <br /> <br />I am there <br />doing again <br />what I'd promised <br />I'd never do <br />again- <br />weak in the knees; <br /> <br />If light smashed through my hidden door <br />it would find me once again inside <br />in the dark feeding ashamedly <br />at the forbidden trough <br /> <br />greed is there too <br />not just helplessness; <br />it is hunger for a food <br />which does not nourish; <br /> <br />for escape <br />to an escape-less island; <br />to phony Hope <br />and Pride <br /> <br />that I know <br />that I know <br />will next day <br />come crashing down. <br /> <br />Only please- <br />if you think of me <br />pray not only I can <br />and will resist; <br /> <br />pray that my ears close <br />and I hear <br />no call <br />at all; <br /> <br />bring me just once <br />oblivious bliss <br /> <br />which is the peace I crave; <br /> <br />the peace without struggle, <br />where inside <br />my soul will <br />uncover its hidden face; <br /> <br />and for the first time <br /> <br />touch toe to water <br />and comes for the first time <br />to exist.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-30/
