Captive

See this abomination

this abomination begat of your myth
this abomination begat of your nightmare
this abomination begat of your creation
of your searing guilt

it is I — am this monster

I walk the darknes
that you so dread

I am your dead
I am your thrall

but still
I am you
your darkest de-evolution

the hideous you
insane to the bone

I am become the evil
you fear to embody

you live your unholy will
through my vile visage
which you hate like sin

a vicarious violation

but still — here am I
and here still
you beseech me

here to come
here to be
each putrid morning
that I might share
for your diseased ears

weak and miserable
come I — obedient
the broken fool

I am sustained
by this damp pall
that descends upon me
this era of growing darkness

that wraps ’round
my vile countenance
fevered with your fatigue
twisted with your despair

drawn forth at your call
to taste this death
I stumble
damaged by your sin
unleashed now
upon a broken world
corrupted by illusion
spoiled by arrogance

a world in chaos
as darkness deepens

this nocturne
I return
with this ruin-riddled
bloody horde
this violated innocence

this horrific death
this guilt
this shame

to tell you of
the innocence I’ve reviled
in your unhodly name
as we play
your hideous game

and so
I stumble on
bent by the weight of your evil
drowned in drenching sorrow

I slink angry
into this coming night
and
the next night
and
the night that follows
that always follows

captive
of your horrendous nightmare
of unbridled brutality

always your prisoner
in this forlorn world

guilty of your sin
guilty of your festered ways
seeking forgiveness
always
seeking forgiveness

that never comes

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse