Peril

A Poem by AKhaus

LIFE IS A PERILOUS THING...

THE TEETH OF HER BITING INTO YOUR HANDS AND THIGHS...

SHE THINKS SHE HAS YOU BUT SHE HAS JUST LOST HER GRIP...

CONTROL IS THE ILLUSION SHE DRINKS AND SHE WANDERS AIMLESSLY INTOXICATED...

SHE LACKS SELF CONTROL AND ANY AWARENESS...

TRAPPED WITHIN HER BUBBLE SHE BOUNCES FROM WALL TO WALL...

MAYBE A DAY WILL COME WHEN SHE CAN SEE THE WAY THE SUN PEERS UPON HER SKIN...

A DAY WHEN SHE CAN SMELL TRUTH MORE THAN SIN...

UNTIL THEN SHE FLOATS ON EMPTY AIR OF EGO AND VACANT PROMISE...