I Said ‘ World ‘.

I put my heart against the window
I said world...here world ...behold my pain...my pain’s as old as Mary...
World.

But... my world is small... so... few could hear me...

I put the years of all that I have done upon a line...

Once coiled ..it is now unfolded
The effort of my life now Twists and Shudders ...
And become a snake , it’s forked and about to die...

Even in the dark I see it happen.

I put my throbbing passion against the wall and say..
Can you hear the pebbles in my brain tumbling tumbling round
And the custard of my thoughts curdling.
Can anybody hear or see me ...
Or do I need to metamorphose into an Al..* that I may take my place
Within the human chamber ?

And walk the paths of human life
Without fear of my existence ...of my survival...
Freed from the threat
Of all that is designed for my destruction .

Without doubting the very essence of my being

I walk into my passion churning...It is as hot as hell
As purple as a Bishop’s seedy cloak...
It laughs and mocks so loudly that I am driven from the streets
And stoned by mobs drowning rivers
Hung by ropes of bridges...

I am Reduced like ever - bubbling water to a drought.

And as I leak and shrivel...I see it all so clearly

Kristine Byrne...26th aug 2010

* Al = man...you can call me Al.