Your return is prohibited
It’s late at night,
rain drips outside my window.
The spectrum will soon turn to light;
another day’s passed – what have I to show?
I reach into the darkness:
the murky pool of black distortion
turns into my likeness:
a blur of hazy misproportion.
I lose all identity facing the faint smudge of me.
I try to hide from my reflection;
I seek strength and invigoration – come to me!
I am losing my last fundamental conviction.
I start accounting for damages
that I got from this infection:
my very soul is severed; logic aimlessly ravages
in a non-existent place for a remedy for this affliction.
How arrested within a memory can I be?
You have left me with reminders of what should’ve been.
I don’t know why it took so long to dawn on me:
in my life’s movie you should not be seen.
You invade my sacred space,
and act as if it’s your own place.
You may not have known; now let me inform you
that you are evicted; get out of my mind:
your return is prohibited – just leave me behind.
I have no inclination, obligation or jurisdiction to restore you.
I reach through the darkness into the bright;
I move from the morose dark blemish into the light.
I reign victorious as king of the night.
Smiling, I ban you from my sight.
I focus all my energy and all my might;
my chest and lungs feel much less tight,
and so, feeling life itself, through and through,
and so, I breathe without you,
and finally, I exist anew.
© Annalinde Louw 2005
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This piece was written on 24 October 2005