Entry I
I lay, of my own volition, in a space meant for her:
a confined and achromatic scene.
My hands, malodorous, muddy and splintered,
leisurely rest on my chest, free from labor machines.
Here I rest, hackneyed and discouraged
in a pitifully human attempt to simulate death
I curse my virtue; it chastises back as it
mourns the curious exploitation of my health.
It was meant to last only a minute,
as sorrow chains my putrid despair in place.
Yet I, to this day, cannot begin to explain
how the darkness manifested itself a face.
I attempted to strike a movement but remained still
as the daemon began to smile.
The plan was to endure without oxygen for seconds,
yet the creature stayed my conscience for a while.
In a surprising and trepid consternation,
I find myself in service to mendicancy.
The creature, a devil with venetian red oculi,
salivates at its newest and prized delicacy.
I cry at the fleeting mastery of my faculty,
yet the tears remain inattentive and departed.
Time blesses the creature with a dominant sentence
as reality registers a dialog that I had started.
“Where is my daughter? I demand to know.”
The creature’s smile grows ever wider.
He then takes the form of the stuffed turtle toy
that used to sleep right beside her.
The creature, in a droning and unmelodious voice,
utters a perplexing, yet commanding noise:
“ATIV ARETLA NI MAN ES ED OLEF”
Frightened yet discouraged, I aim to find the sense
in the puzzling command the creature produced.
“She’s been missing for days! I need to know where she is!”
The beast speaks again, letting its anger loose:
“FELO DE SE NAM IN ALTERA VITA!!”
Suddenly, albeit boundlessly, the stillness was lifted,
and my structure was free from this tenebrous stead.
I raise myself and clasp at the summit’s precipice
after having danced with a beast in this wooden bed.
The vacant coffin remained pristine,
fitted with natural calico cotton lining.
The devil you fear the most is the one you create
and mine emerged with impeccable timing.
The creature’s malevolent ballad persistently tattles
as The Lapse rebroadcasts the “truth” it wanted to utter.
It had told me, “Become a felon of oneself,
and thine own life shall be traded for another.”
I refuse to concur with the creature’s decisiveness
as my unyielding faith will ensure my daughter’s return.
Her weighty and boundless absence must cease
and lead to the terminus of my inexhaustible concern.
I need ENTRY II, like yesterday!
Such an amazing story!
I wanna see this play out, on the big screen.
Gifted, my friend.
Truly an artist of words.
Haha yes, I’ll be working on Entry II in a little bit. Unsure how big this “Tales of The Lapse” series will end up, but as long as I’m inspired to tell stories surrounding the event, I’m game. Thanks for reading, brother 🙂
What a deeply in depth story full of detail beyond measure
What about a sequel to this buddy? keep ’em coming. #BeEpic ??????????
Haha. Thanks a lot for checking it out, fellow poet! Entry II will not be a sequel, but rather a spiritual successor relating to something I’ve written about before. I’m working on it, but we’ll see where it could go 🙂
The world is a stage and we each play a part. You have an amazing talent and I know it sounds old, but you’re so great at telling stories. You should write a book, because this is what you excel at. Another great piece by you and I have to say that although I strive to create my own style and be a standout, I do draw inspiration from others and you are one of the top ones I draw it from. Good job as always!
Thanks for a lot for thinking so, Jarid 🙂 Much appreciated, brother! I’m a fan of telling stories, and while I was aiming for something methodical here, the levity will be lifted a little bit. We’ll see how it plays out haha Thanks again.
“The devil you fear the most is the one you create
and mine emerged with impeccable timing.” – that’s my favorite.. now..
I’m already fascinated by the idea, although I know there’s much more to come in the next part(s).. regarding every aspect of this masterpiece, I think you’ve done a great job.. the words seem to be chosen carefully, which adds immensely to the meaning & the ambient.. something about it also reminds me of a scene from Doctor Strange 😉 it’s brilliant, what else is there to say?
Yeah now that you mention it, the creature in that film and the creature that my character created for himself are similar in tone and presentation 🙂 Although here, the big theme I wanted to tackle was the incarceration of faith by fear and sorrow, which is then personified into a creature of the self. I can see some rough edges here and there, but I’m still working on it. Thanks again for the review, brother 🙂
Got lost in the story. A very enjoyable trip. Thank you for the detour from reality.
And I thank you for reading it 🙂 it was an absolute pleasure to write.