Afraid <br />I am <br /> <br />the frayed rope <br />about to snap <br /> <br />as the tightrope walker <br />creates his next step <br /> <br />that isn't there. <br /> <br />I am the ghost <br />that wants to die <br /> <br />(but doesn't know how) <br /> <br />to become <br />nothing <br /> <br />craving <br />non-existence. <br /> <br />I am the snowman <br />dragged inside the house <br /> <br />by an eager child <br />weeping at my death <br /> <br />before a roaring <br />hearth <br /> <br />the pain teaching me <br />to hate <br /> <br />each second it creates <br /> <br />my screaming mind screaming <br />old American T.V. shows <br /> <br />CAR 54... <br />WHERE...aghhhhhhhh...ARE YOU? <br /> <br />MR. ED THE...oooooooooooooooh <br />TALKING HORSE <br /> <br />GET SMART....noooooooooooooo! <br /> <br />I DREAM OF JEANNIE...*%! ? <br /> <br />the pain opening <br />a black hole <br /> <br />that I gratefully <br />dive into <br /> <br />as it swallows <br />me whole <br /> <br />'Oh my immortal soul! ' <br />Mr. Faust comments.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/attack-of-the-heart-for-ruthie/
