A 3-D Object In 2-D Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Lost in the fog
of my great expectations

I sit
motionless...emotionless

like a wretched
Punk Gothic
Miss Havesham

dressed in the rags
of what might have been

& what
...wasn’t.

My heart
a hurt

I nurse

grief greedy
as a suckling child

clasped upon
my breast

eating it’s way through to my heart.

Chained by the cobwebs
of loneliness

to this
sorrow

this
grief

that won’t be
assuaged.

A mirror
captures my reflection.

An animal
I howl.

The moon disowns me.

Eaten alive
by candlelight
& shadow

the flames
inviting me

to dance

once again.