A Splinter Of Metaphor

The door is half-opened.

Light from the ceiling
Wanders on the floor.

I can see a shadow moving
Slowly like a crawling giant
Entity, incognito and unidentified.

I’m perplexed at the
Unknown force, traversing
in my thoughts.

Astonished at the
Sight that no one wants to see.

It’s a splinter of metaphor,
Alienated from
Everything that is common.

I’ve retreated from
Entering the chasm of
My own desire.

The door wants me there.

Stunned, my feet can’t walk.
Doubts invaded my head.
I can separate a dream
From danger.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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