No more
Mothballs and cedar assault my nose
The dust mites and stale air dry my throat
A wardrobe that is just that
The lion roars no more
Neutered and robbed of his fire
The last time the words were read
In the darkness of this cell I fear the witch no more
Drunk at her cauldron
Slurred words conjure no magic
Snow driven mountains of pure white
Have dissolved into a gray haze
Footprints like bread crumbs dissolved
My desperate escape blocked
Solid wood between me and salvation
My world made infinitely smaller
When the gateway to Narnia can no longer be imagined
— the magic dies
Touching
without feeling
Looking
without seeing
Talking
without saying
Lost
— in the dark
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Something For Nothing
Living
is earned
Dying
— is free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
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Author:
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