this slippery slopeI fear that I am tumbling down
This slippery slope.
It pulls at me,
Grasping fingers growing more insistent
Drawing me ever nearer
To a place I do not want to go.
The dark grows darker
And icy tendrils gather around my hands.
I feel the cold
Pushing me away from the people
Who watch me go, bewildered.
I see their mouths moving
I cannot answer.
I cannot even hear them.
Can anyone tell me whence this came?
Why the light suddenly went out,
Awakening the shadows I struggled so long to keep lit?
I re-light the flame
But now it wavers,
For I no longer know where to stand
To shield it from a sudden breeze that could turn a flame into a flicker
And a flicker into a mere smoulder
And a smoulder into a wisp of smoke in the darkness
Where I would sit alone
Waiting to be devoured.
Â© mjc 03 February 2013