Written Poetry by Marcellus Nealy

Shadows In Cave

It is true that the end of time has come

And the lion is on the run

Where you have left me speechless

In my rambling rhetorical mystification

 

I see flashbacks in bedtime tales

Where the outcry wails us a new

Song deep long in your absentia

 

Time on end time on end

I have slept in the den of sanctification

Only to find it was the shadow world

That Plato so cool in his allegory

Groove laid down upon masses

Quick profound

Steeped in needs

Then laid lambasted

with my present on the run

 

Flung upon the ring where

psychosis and redemption swings

I have called you a thousand times

To twist tangos with the tone

till my ear bones ached

To point of having run out of messages

 

I just wanted to eulogize the old me then praise

The successor so that you could see

The late night apparition was just a shadow in the cave

 

But here I sigh dignified in silence

Sink slow into think thought

lessons taught under the unbearable

realization of being alone

the slow growing

constant knowing

that you ain’t never coming home