Erase the Now

My grave under mire,

Skin relinquished from sound

Whispers, a crawling scar

Subterranean, my doubts.

The movement in my head

Lent better focus onto ground

Obscured from a scalding dawn

Buried with a poisoned frown.

Sheets stale with smoke sweat

Shifting 'neath my feet

Swallowed by a meadow'd shoal

Its mossen dreamscape covers grief.

Sunless vision,

A broken shell of me

Deeper waters swathed,

Frothing where my witness ceases.

Dreams pierce the night,

Onieric warnings, bedlam eyes.

Encircle sleeper–rending sky,

Swarmed by phantoms salting sight.

No window could bar them out.

No knocking could reach within

This body, an abandoned house

Its mara came with the owner's deed. 

A pried-eyed prison, coming back to me

My enemies take their form, 

In the faces that I used to see.

An evocative message

I shutter behind the shade of blinks,

This haunting ride, wakes my dormant coalescent beast.

I hush my pen and then go back to sleep, 

And await the dirt to take me in. 

Slowly sinking into a cavernous bed

My ambitions pillowed under casket lid.

Time won't let go, a trespasser of what I've seen.

It's got me pressed by hands and wheels

Striking at my burden to where it leads.

Flood the page when the old heart spills

Purge the dread, drowning out the poet who is ever near.

Another day passes. I take a bow.

When writing every day while I'm underground.

There will be many miles to go before this poem's found.

Yesterday is over, erase the now.