Obey Poem by Kristeta von Popper

Obey January 12,2009


Liquid drops of amber
Distillate to fill
The empty space
You do not call
What demon
Lies so deep
In wait
Lying
Clawing
That
I
Random one
Try to remain
Loyal
True
Friend
Or
Foe
Calling
Out to you
To stop
To lift
Off
This one
Who must
Be
Obeyed.

Longing
Desperate
In my desire
To finally
Be called
To rise
Above
This clamoring
Demonic
Face
That holds
Tightly
Your soul
In place.