Hour Of The Octopus

[netprophet]

it is the hour of the octopus
when all arms reach out
i am seeking something new in you
without finding anything new in myself
i want your conformity
i want your loyalty
i want you molded into me

it is the hour of the elephant
when all memories return
colliding in my head
a slow crash and burn
regret is a feeling you never really recall
though we've all been there
and we've all been back
i want you back
the lessons are replaced by pain
as i think of you again

it is the hour of the fish
when all the bars are closed
my vision is swimming
i haven't felt this good
since... well not in months
waste all my pay
in the bottom of a bottle
inhaling almost any liquid
tossing back depressants
to get happy again
as i pull farther away

it is the hour of the moth
when the light calls loudest
here in the darkness
i can see every shining moment
i give chase trying blindly
to cling to anything
as my arms reach out
i am stung by burning flames
here in the darkness
all the exits are distant lights
and all light looks the same

[engarde]

WOW...

The yearning in this poem is so palpable you can almost touch it!

Thanks for such an interesting and intense poem!