I knew of course, one starts <br />this bitter journey at the very top. <br />Each step gives you a little jolt <br />as if to jog the memories now gone, <br />the sound is barely there <br />and I control it as I have to hear <br />those voices of my little gnomes <br />who will, of that I'm sure, <br />jump off my skin just like the rats they are <br />and watch the ship go down without <br />a shred of glory, see the captain drown. <br /> <br />Not many left, I see, the bottom is in sight, <br />a clumsy stumble but no fall, I am the clown, <br />yes I am ready will you kindly douse the light.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dousing-the-light/
