A turning point,
A fork in the road

Yearning to fulfill
Dreams that have

Always been imprinted
On my soul since
I was a child

From early tales of
Sherlock Holmes,
To stories of

Cannibalistic couches
And vengeful seductresses

Poetry that examines
The human condition
Under a magnifying
Glass

That distorts and
Illuminates at the
Same time.

My muse will not
Be ignored

She calls to me 
With whispers that

Send my heart into
Cardiac arrest

And sends sparks
Firing across my 
Neurons in an

Electric,
Epileptic,
Orgasmic

Eruption

That soothes my
Aching soul

And relieves the
Tedium of reality

How can I turn
My back on
Someone

That is enmeshed
Within me so
Deeply

That where I 
End and she
Begins

Is impossible
To see?

Must I labor 
Away at a 
Career

That I know
Fits me as 
Badly

As a pair 
Of shoes two
Sizes too
Small?

Do I have 
The courage
To pursue

The prey that
Is my dream?

Or will I
Abandon all
Hope,

And live regretfully,

Wondering what
Could have
Been

What might have
Been

No -- I will not.

The fire of
My ambition
Burns brightly,

And the tedium 
Of reality

Will never
Extinguish it!

Home