Once Upon A World Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

Abandoned in a land of desolation…
Abandoned Novembers
and abandoned days of July-- in all-- abandoned desolation
I see snow remnants--
crippled with cold, winter-stark precognition
and faded days of déjà vu… Melted in deep misery--
like a maze whose walls are manipulated with fear--
woven into a madness impervious to logic
I pick at the scab that has formed over mind's eye
that binds my senses and blinds my religion
and I probe to find where my reasoning hurts...
The memories resemble men
once drowned within their own reflections
Now they have been resurrected
upon the shores of consciousness--
on a world gone wrong long ago
for the Witch of the Wind has waved her wand
and stopped the watch hand of Time…
Malign, without mercy-- this master of metamorphosis
has embraced those last fatal moments
laced with the lost fragrance of life and life's skeleton
now hung against the darkness (of space)
dead to scrutiny--
and has erased the remembrance of substance
the silence of penance
and the pestilence of sin

Now patient... Alone…
Unknown to myself,
I cling finally to that thin thread of existence
and, for a time, I sit
while I wait for an answer
within these lemon yellow walls of insanity...

Just sitting.....
Knitting death