Anthony Burge (16/06/1962 / Australia)
Floundering In The Dark
I have been to that dark space where most would not dare.
Where the lost and forlorn go to shed all there cares.
Where the light does not shine and the floor’s wet with tears.
Where the strong bow down broken and surrender to fears.
Felt the cracks in the darkness and tasted despair.
Yet I didn’t succumb to the hyena’s lair.
As a boy I dodged bullets when friends took a chance.
Chose not to dance with the devil and his heroin filled lance.
I’d have soon fallen hard into slavery be sold.
Under whip in his grip watch him feed on my soul.
So I struggle to see how much darker in there
It can get till all’s left is to kick out the chair.
I dare not taste the metal of gun barrel blue.
Nor tie a hemp scarf should I fall for that too.
What sorrow must burn inside ones head?
To make plans like a lamb to the slaughter self lead.
What molten thoughts must ooze tortured minds?
To decide this is it, there’s no choice, it’s my time.
Step right up, slip the knot, and take breath grit your teeth.
Cease the pain; numb the brain with a sigh of relief.
Squeeze the trigger, kick the chair take flight without wings.
change your plans now, before ‘the fat lady sings’.
Share your pain with a friend, ‘a problem shared is one halved’
Shared again it’s a quarter, of fuel it’s now starved
Turn your back on the dark and walk toward the light
Don’t run or you’ll trigger the Hyena’s bite.
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