Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Fall

a dark poem
by Ingrid Prohaska

"The Triumph of Death" (Detail)
Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Dark sides
dark impressions
dark poetry

I feel that I fall
and I fall
I fall

Hands are reaching out for me
offer me their help
but when I try to take them
I have to see
these hands are bones
of dead
or undead
I feel the cold
and I'm scared

So I fall deeper
and deeper
into a universe
where the sun doesn't shine
and no flower can bloom
where tears freeze into sharp stones

An unknown land
without any light
where one can't see
and hardly breathe
dark feelings are stronger than ever

My inside cries

But in my scream
there hang the words
for me to hear

I will survive!

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska