Lantern

The dim lantern overhead shines its dim ghost lights on me
Mocking my anger as the water falls pummeling
It laughs in my face as I scream at the fish
It casts its shadows on my goals to keep them unfinished

Then it spirals into a torrent of shadow down the drain
Bringing with it the hope I tried to retain
And in the pipes it disappears
Leaving me to weep as much mud as tears
Then those too are washed away
Whisked away to a plain of depression and held there to stay

And when the faucet is stopped the fingers work the steam
They spell the name of the only hope they have ever seen
Fervently sliding into the letters of that beautiful name
Zealously dressing the steam with that beautiful name
Passionately finishing the phrase
Not bothering to stop until it stays

With the knowledge and touch of that phrase and name
The fear, depressions and shame remains tame
So emerging from the waters and past the glass
I stare that lantern in the face and laugh
As hard as they can my lungs bark their revenge
Banishing my torment causing shame to decend
Into oblivion, onliterated by that phrase
The phrase that shall touch these finger tips until the end of days

by Skylar
posted on 12/31/1969