Center of my Soul

 Like a walk to the gallows
From the lingering shadows
I sense something stirring
Consciousness blurring
As were my feet losing hold
My knees threaten to fold
Deep within my weary pit
Turbulent geiser about to vomit...
Ghostly hands around my throat
My mind wearily takes note
Shoulders burdened sinking
Emotions chaotically interlinking
Cynical laughter from fear
A devious smirk; almost a sneer
Possess my lips in craze
Knowing what game darkness Plays
Know too of the consequences
Should I wield defences
As I take this stroll
Through the center of my soul
© Jerry Langdon 26.11.2014