LURE OF THE DARK

Seems I’m stumped. stymied 
Word fumble from my lips
Inane mumblings tumble from my mouth
Dribble from my chin
And stain my cardigan, 
Like an old man with his gruel

My brain bounces thought to thought
Dancing over the dark crevasses. 
In search of light happy landings
Fear of falling keeps me moving
As if staring into the eyes of a snake 
I’m drawn by what I fear.

“Why do you write so darkly”?
Perhaps it’s a need to ease the pressure, 
Perhaps to me the tortured souls sings the sweetest.
In joy I am often wordless
Too jubilant to spend time in explanation or exploration

It”s the lure of the crevasses 
Their sweet song of the dark begs me pause 
“Let your soul bemoan it’s fate
Let your heart lament its crippled existence 
and words flow renewed”
Seems the dance is not over, 

Only a pause between songs
Another record drops to the turntable and spins 
 
And we dry on the cardigan
Grey memories of lost thoughts.....