A macabre dance

Barbed wire and tangled words

are pinning down my reflections

between the dream and reality

they have edged the borders

in the black earth with the blunt end,

the spade has cut the worms in smithereens,

I see the pieces just like dementing fingers

crawling and groping around on an exploration

for the stableness of the abyss

along my rickety house of cards,

the blood from my opened veins

is shooting as a red flare through my pen,

slamming roses and thorns out of my head,

I still know the dawn behind the horizon,

shall I be able to see the sun rising

before I've bled to death?

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

23/11/2015