My First' Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
me
IAM
alone
in this moment
Against the wall...
squeezed my soul' face
running; not all in or at once
Did I fall...? completely so, thrice?
pungent, my innermost memories tastes
flashing, controlling me, thrashing thoroughly
frantically gasping for my center and my last breath
burning my emptiness, the world in emptiness void; keeps
blurring, grating; sounding out and covering completely by my all
the almost bloody fleshy taste, of my face against the surface of that wall
shoving it in... only to see the fear of it bursting upon her presence
an obstacle, critical; surpassed and no more the challenge
I have, overcome You... gone is all memory of You
erased as that aroma, that scent, swirling in
the breeze of sin at midnights last chime
My water' drown your ugly shame
I no longer speak of your sin
this night I speak of me
having won back this
moment against one
the one memory
of that wall
And IAM
only
me
I