INTO THE CASKET

INTO THE CASKET

Into the Casket I insert my hands,

Into the lapse of life and the death of time,

Like a glass that is devoid of sound.

Bony knuckles continuously hold my shoulder,

Pulling me closer, deeper into the abyss,

An abyss that is void of chapter,

And I hear only voices……..,

Voices of laughter that fill my head,

Wherewith the voices scream and

The angels lie and wait………,

Waiting to see whether I will

Succumb to dread.

Into the Casket I hold my head,

Firmly squeezing my ears so that,

The noise does not transcend

An infinite domain is all that awaits,

Do I choose the straight line or the

Rough edgy bend?

I dance with a paradox that I cannot deny,

Firmly clutching my hands I tread carefully through the dark,

Then a light flashes past my drowsy eyes,

It is then, it is then

That I realize that in life or in death,

It is hard to choose sides,

Do I relinquish my flesh?

For a fire that cannot be extinguished?

Or does my logic deceive me?

Heaving!!!! Screaming that it has all the answers,

One thing is for sure, in this abyss

Fear is but an absurd mystery.

A, by the way…………..

For I have nothing to fear because

In darkness there is no fear,

There is only BLACK!!!

So into the casket I drown my sorrows

And excavate my joy,

Sin is nothing but an empty decoy

And the Skeletons!!! The skeletons

Sing connotations of FRESH BOY!!!

In this debacle I continue by

Waltzing through the deep corridor,

I do this knowing that I may never return….

……return back to where I came from,

Thus I float idly around until I notice

A small dimple of light,

At first glance it fills my formless structure

With fright, then might, then…plight!!!

At the end of this deep dark tunnel is light,

And so a thought crosses my mind with flight

……….Maybe, into the casket

I will find my REDEMPTION!!!

  

A Poem by Bruno Edgard