Meeting with Phobos

I recall on one occasion
I strolled into a room
That was built upon evasion
And had no windows, like a tomb

The walls were of mahogany
The floor made out of stone
The furniture’s androgyny
No table stood alone

Amidst the many tables
That were scattered before my eyes
I saw a man of fables
Who I swore loved plot demise

For in this dimly lit tavern
I would take my seat adjacent
In this corner of the cavern
We’d swear not to be complacent

And as his eyes like mines of coal
Looked to me to question
I knew he’d see inside my soul
And needed no confession

Regardless though he asked me
What fears did I most dread
Reluctantly I thought to see
The nightmares in my head

Spiders, snakes and loneliness
Wanna- bees and holiness
Loveless lives and tragedy
And having no epiphany

Having flaws and having scars
The beast within me behind bars
Loss of lovers, loss self
Waiting years upon a shelf

Forever light, forever dark
Too deaf to hear the songs of lark
Good and Evil fighting through
Not knowing what side is best for you

Being alive, or being dead
Worse perhaps to lose one’s head
Insanity for vanity
Being a profanity

Loss of strength
Exposed as weak
Not finding what I’ve come to seek
Not having that I wish to keep
My secrets out, I dare not speak
My so-called friends come beg to creep
Reduced so I can do nothing but weep.