“Who dares disturb my slumber?”
The boom rattles me to my very core
as the thunderous rumble threatens to tear me asunder.
But, I refuse to reveal the fear that has bored
itself deep into my essence.
It seems that ever since
I began this bond with my pen,
I’ve been scraping and peeling
at this onion that the masses can’t comprehend,
and…it’s a shame, because I have a feeling
that after this encounter, staying the same
is what they’ll wish I did.
“It is I, a poet. DJ is the name,”
but something gives away that I haven’t ditched
every false aspect of me. I was still ashamed
of that which I can’t seem to hide
from this being. As I recognize the curious desire
of present company, its patience fades
and continues to withhold that I wish to acquire
due to my spurious claims.
It starts to thin and freeze the air.
“What do you fear?” I merely stared.
The all-knowing silence that follows
as I gulp and swallow was everything compared
to the legends told of this hallow
spirit. I tried not to feel it,
but a compulsion forces me to confess
or I’ll just stay in this mess due to the limits
I’ve established, encouraging an eventual regress-
ion in my development. “Fine,” I said, I lose my dreary
composure and admit, “my name is David.” An eerie
shiver runs down my spine
as this divine creature entwines
with me and, now, I can channel my misery
as it seeps into the delivery of my poetry
as long as I consume the leaves of these poet tress
carefully planted by my fusion with this Chaotic Entity.