Insanity

In a fetal position I waken
On ground so hardened and froze
Why am I bleeding? Why am I bruised?
Where am I? Where are my clothes?
I struggle, try to remember
Find a fig leaf to cover my shame
Wander the forest searching for clues
Amnesty to shroud the blame

Appears a fortress in a clearing
On a hill above a track
Black pearls shine, eyes like diamonds
Diamonds on a diamondback's back
Through the windows of the bars
The bars on her windows
Pearls shine, like beacons, beckon
Distant, hesitant, cautious, I close

A prisoner to nakedness
She tells me that I'm free
If loves a prison, lock me up
And throw away the key

Drawbridge lowers over a moat
Fortress is cold, of stone
She decides to grant an audience
Where loneliness is shared alone
Echoes as I cross the threshold
The fortress door resounds behind
I search her soft, compelling eyes
Eager, confident, soothing, kind

She nurses weeping, bloody wounds
With tender, gentle, open kiss
The bleeding stops, the bruises heal
Cherished in a cherub's bliss
The beacon beckons in her eyes
Shines through bars, compelling me
Gently, she removes the leaf
Removes the shroud, the mystery

A prisoner to nakedness
She tells me that I'm free
If loves a prison, lock me up
And throw away the key

She hurts for species endangered
In seas and upon land
But never does she think about
A dagger in the heart of a man
The fangs are bared, the claws come out
On a hill above a track
Her eyes, how they shine and sparkle
Diamonds on a diamondback's back

Is she really so cold and heartless?
I'm afraid, alone, and confused
Wounded, into the woods I run
Cold, naked, bleeding and bruised
Anemic from the loss of blood
Weak, I curl up on the ground
Fade quietly to restfulness
Come deep to sleep, without a sound

A prisoner to nakedness
She tells me that I'm free
If loves a prison, lock me up
And throw away the key

In a fetal position I waken
On ground so hardened and froze
Why am I bleeding? Why am I bruised?
Where am I? Where are my clothes?
I struggle, try to remember
Find a fig leaf to cover my shame
Wander the forest searching for clues
Amnesty to shroud the blame

Appears a fortress in a clearing...

 © John Kennan 4-27-14