On May 17, 2000 I received this poem from my friend Dennis, who informed me that he has begun writing again after a long time. I wish him much success with his work (although he doesn't need my good wishes). -poetheart 06/01/00
I find myself kneeling by the wall,
bonded to the inevitable fall.
An autumn ascending,
an unrecognizable yet intriguing call.
I bleed from the eyes,
despite how much the stranger tries
to contain my blood loss
and prevent my descent to the skies.
Having tripped upon wires leaves my body broken.
Convulsions incited by a current potentially devastating.
But I'm nevertheless concentrating.
Having slept in a fire burns me while living.
Involuntary reactions caused by the enigma of this.
And yet I'm fascinated by the bliss.
They have walked these halls before
and were left crumbled on the floor.
And I've stepped over the garbage,
but now it's a chore.
Liquid flesh drips from my skin.
Can the mystery remain within?
My vertabrae is snapped
and the protection you've supplied is thin.
Stored in a box in a place that's your possession.
Causing crying and aching, be servile I could.
Be victorious, I imagine you should.© May 2000 by Dennis Failla