darkness. stark darkness. utter and absolute.
attempts
to use his limbs came to no avail.
as
though his nerves had all been unfastened,
or
his presence bound up in a bodiless jail.
had
his nightmare tacked on another scene,
tightening
the terror that held him in its vise?
what
had happened to the children's frail hands
he
was so used to seeing when he closed his eyes?
he'd
no idea of where he might be
and
wasn't even certain that was apropos.
for
how could he inhabit a location
that
none of his senses could possibly know?
constantly
rehashing recent events
he
rummaged for an anchor to steady his mind,
hoping
for a clue to illuminate
the
darkness comprising this paralyzing bind.
yet
a subtle alteration was occurring
of
which he was only faintly aware.
for
after an interval that seemed eternal
perception
crept into his senseless lair.
and
the insight arrived in a sudden flash
that
he and his thoughts were no longer alone,
like
a primeval dawning of consciousness
sparking
on barrens of solitary stone.
darkness. still darkness. stultifying and severe.
but
misery flickered beyond the pale.
and
he strained his reason for the frequency
that
wavered with a lonely, heart-rending wail.
a
ray of hope ecstatically erupted
that
he might subdue his dispiriting fear.
for
somewhere in the vale of mind-numbing darkness
someone was sobbing that Pally could hear.*** ** *** ** *** ** *** ** *** ** ***
- Evan Hawthorn, the 23rd of May, 2016
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