Night falls, and failurelurks in the shadows,
faceless yet familiar,
its dragon voice a chorus
of all the other voices
accusations from your past,
insidious whispers
insinuate, or snarl --
you can't, you won't
you never could
you always, and how could you...
Pay no attention
to the dragon on the throne:
pull back the curtain
poke the skeletons
let the bones fall helter skelter
on the ground of being.
2 comments:
Oh how you make me want to dive into Photoshop and play! The dance of words and image here are a powerful pull.
So much in that image, and the combination with your words is, as Joyce says, a huge tug.
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