slavery

Being a slave to the pit made me do this. The boulder of Sisyphus constantly pushed up continuous hills to sate the growling pit within me.  It’s the worst excuse for the best mistakes I’ve ever made.  The Devil made me do it – so did the pit I couldn’t fill within me.  Auto-pilot. Overdrive.  Circles burnt into my visions from staring into the face of God and not seeing anything.  Those black holes attracting every shipwreck in the galaxy, keeping me too busy to captain my own ship.  Auto-pilot.  Overdrive.  Crawling on my hands and knees, into fields of broken glass, trying to find my way out of that pit.  Clawing up the sides to see the edge of eternity, praying for freedom from slavery to my ego’s master.

I melt to break free

from the pit within me and

stare into the sun.

(c) R. L. Elke 2016