Soul Shade

may you linger in the depths

drowned and bound eternal

harnessed to the craters ledge

in the ocean floors inferno

be that what you are, but be you there

beleaguered is the mind whose thoughts you share

corrupt another soul I shriek in spite

and instead of an eagle I send a shrike

to pick clean it’s being of blatancy

though I fear it is in futility

to suppress your lightless virility

beneath the waves of my subconscious

the shade of my soul resides

plagued by reminders in my conscience

and the shadow that stalks my strides

it is not some other me or doppelganger

it is only the primordial chaos

inborn fury at the absurdity of existence

unconsciously betrays us

it exists in the pain

of the dull and mundane

that maddening malady

of pointless disdain

Sisyphus happy is a tantalizing idea

finding fulfillment in the futile

but instead I see him sulking over a desk from Ikea

opting instead for denial

with words I design a path for my boulder

in art and love I found

that the meaning of my life rests upon my shoulders

and the chaos must be bound

fury without reason

angst of the ages

humanities insecurities

stain history’s countless pages

our origin or lack of one forever haunts my soul

a shade that I bury and yet it takes its toll

chaos is its name and never will it die

on I toil in its shade on a scheme to finally fly