She Wasn'T There Poem by James Casey

She Wasn't There

I called out to her in the docile shadows.
My moist face seemed faded, sunken, shallow.
I felt cold, empty, clammy, in a sense nothing.
A chill filled the pale horrid air, something.

I heard something, moving, breathing deeply.
Must have been her, lingering, creepily.
I waited for much more, I needed to feel.
I cried out wanting to break that quiet ordeal

The rough leather on my wrists bruised,
Making my arms quiver and feel overused.
My heavy head then bowed, losing all faith.
Wanting my death quickly in this dreadful place.

Then the sound breathed dampness on my neck.
A light then shone through the wall, a tiny speck.
A leaned toward it, praying something broke
Then an arm grasped my neck causing a choke.

I gasped for air and saw her limpid eyes
Shimmering in the naked dark I despised.
She laughed in my head, and heard her silky voice,
She was never in my heart, never by my choice
.
Never was she there, she was only an indecisive haze.
Baffling thoughts then poured through my confused daze.
I had never seen her, or touched her cold flesh.
Then my mind broke free from this bizarre mess.

I awoke with a start, cried out into the dark.
The succubus has stolen my dream apart.
I still could see the apparition very, very clear
Starring wildly in the dark, waiting for her to appear


Jim 1974