Walking Carrie

 

 

 

 

Lights go out,

     Lamps shine on –

Down tunnels of darkness,

A man on rails warns.

 

 

Her dignity took, her

Development arrested

Before nursery rhymes,

     Heart frozen cold,

Isolation and distance,

     A projection of experience -

While the lamp

Becomes death.

 

 

An excursion to hell

For the life she was

     Sold, an obsessive

Addiction, the bottle rules

Now she old.

 

 

     The voices and gargoyles

Bent in sorrow – insane.

The death of her world by

The guardian at blame,

     A nervous adagio,

A liege with her fright

A tuned up disaster, of a

Trusts fearful flight.

     Looking for answers –

Her challenged request;

     ‘Why am I here Lord?’

     ‘And how is it I’m sane?’

 

 

 

For Karen.

 

 

Michael J Waite 2310hrs Monday 18^th August 2008