This is the third part to my Poetic Narrative I have been working on for awhile. I suggest you read the first two parts first. Just click the links below to catch up…Then proceed to enjoy part 3.
So very alone.
Even the drunks would stagger by chuckling to their satisfaction
I had no declaration to make that could retain my sanity
Maybe my next step was to plunge
Plunge into the depths of insanity with a rising laughter.
At the sound of my own voice, the ocean surged up and I wept.
Cried, sobbed and grasped my melancholy disturbance by the neck.
I could handle no more but all was stifled with a single roaring of the wind.
My head pivoted and followed the howling breeze. A dim light was set apart
Down the road a candle shook in the distance. It seemed to tremor to and fro
With excitement and glee. A door opened and crashed closed. Extinguished,
Was the slight warmth that left me with a crooked smile.
I needed and yearned for more so I stood for something new.
A new desire to fill holes left from the forbidden of old.
The stone path was like sand as I stumbled for balance
I had to cross the street and stumble forward to reach what I yearned to find.
The closer I came the heavier I felt as my very weight dragged me to the ground.
Falling did sting but I crawled on scraping and ripping apart my knees.
Why was this so hard?
Minutes seemed to turn to an eternity as I struggled toward my goal.
When I finally reached the door I found it to be glorious and strong.
Carved with the finest of designs, it seemed to create its own heat.
I leaned my worn face against its sturdy and powerful form.
Slowly I let my fingers creep up towards the handle, to open.
Open my entrance into freedom.
My hand clung loosely to the knob and with what strength I had left
I twisted and pushed with all my might. I was still alone and the door
Locked.
Matt Curcio 