No Place To Hide

I harbor a mean spirit

but not in my soul

He roams through my

consciousness as havoc and pain

Trying to break through

to that place where he’s banned

Trying to break through

to where my innocence lives

Again and again he forces 

his will

But it all goes for naught  

and he waits till I sleep

Where Laura’s on guard

in my dreams to protect

With insomniac hell

he still tries to invade

Her will ever stronger

than his fleeting advance

Each night he comes knocking

as she turns him away

Until with mocking futility

he warns me at last

In words that are cursed

and bathed in disgust…

 

“You can run to your Muse

  and hide if you wish

 

“But temptation and trial

  are served from my dish

 

“Go be safe in the womb

  but remember outside

 

“When you leave her protection

   —there is no place to hide”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016) 

 

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