S CLAWS

A Poem by G

out of phase
out of focus

pressure building
fading

nightmares
turn to reality

searching
seeking

the world is flat
creeping
peeking over the precipice

fog
in the fog
a chessboard

the stairs lead up
into nothingness

the untenable position
the walls are closing
up or down

a man in a red suit
has a bag on his shoulders
bringing gifts
of tormented souls