But Not Back Again

- jan-u-wine
No one is watching me.
 
A......
 
sickness
 
runs through me.
 
Dread.
 
Desire.
 
Living  words,
 
words I can see,
 
words I can feel,
 
spill
 
through my mind,
touch my still heart
like wings,
 
like knives.....
 
It
speaks
to me
 
of the night
 
and dark places
where evil
dwells.
 
In the sunlight,
 
here,
in this solemn,
ancient place,
it speaks to me.
 
It wants me
to
take It
 
away
from the Light
and distancing
talk
of these folk.
 
Flame dances
along
its face....
 
flame
shadows the shards
of my dreams....
 
Home
falls
to ash,
to dust,,,
 
to destroyed
memory.
 
I
must do this thing.
 
So many voices,
whispering,
calling,
touching,
warring
within
me.
 
It matters not
which One
I heed,
nor
 
why.
 
Does it?
 
I will take It.
 
And......
the World
will be new
and safe
again.
 
With
my heart,
at last
quieted
by hope,
 
my mind
pinned
to the circle
of my desire,
 
so that I know not
what
impels me,
 
I rise.
 
I can not say
if my hand
trembles
with fear
or
need.
 
One way
or another,
my Road
lies
before me.
 
I shall not,
(One way
or another),
be returning.