When I Gaze at the Sky

When I Gaze at the Sky

When I gaze at the sky, I am

vacuumed into the silence

as the clouds, like vaporous

fumes, go across the sky,

covering and uncovering the

pupil of the eye of the world,

which shines down like the

luminescent glare of an alarm

clock, pressing on me as if I

were a light switch to turn off.

Reality is scripted and I don’t

know my lines. I try to audition

for a feeling of self, yet I am on

the back lot of forgotten dreams,

and the dreams welcome and

offer comfort.

The darkness fades and the light

peeps over the horizon, like a

newborn babe opening its eyes

for the first time, I see what I

could not see before. I am

standing in front of a door that

is closed. I get closer and I see

that it is a door attached to a

house that is containing my

own personal demons.

This is my fear, the fear of letting

them out, and having them

takeover my life, lie a prisoner

who has escaped and thinks

his captors will continue to hound

him. I too feel that they are waiting

for me to slip and open up that

door, so that they can catch me

and work on me until I can't

think for myself.

But, the vast endless sky looks

down upon me and offers me

hope, for I feel it sees in me the

light I try to keep burning to keep

the darkness at bay.