Bellows in the Dark
2x4, landscape fabric, roofer’s plastic cement, chicken wire, screws, black poly stain, deer fence, found glass, found rock, found red fabric, rebar ties, zip ties, stalkings, staples 132" x 60" x 72" 2018
Bellows in the Dark
Paralyzed in fear I stand in silence,
sound of nothing still bitter on my tongue.
Petrified to the core forever cold,
these frozen emotions spill over and clatter to the ground.
Drowning in this dark abyss,
a sigh escapes my lips like the breaking of a wave,
washing me away into nothingness.
Memories of the warmth still absent like the sound.
Not sure what I came here to forget,
white brittle memories strewn about my feet.
This mind so devoid of thought,
a monologue unheard like a scream under water.
Such emptiness burdens my soul,
it drags me down with the great weight of nothingness.
Shattering my jagged memory into pieces,
like so much glass cast angrily on the floor.
Aimlessly wandering exposed,
as if my mind speaks itself without my voice.
Locked inside this non-existent poem,
pounding on the stony walls of the cavern,
terrified of the beast in the back of my mind.
Rick McCoy
Paralyzed in fear I stand in silence,
sound of nothing still bitter on my tongue.
Petrified to the core forever cold,
these frozen emotions spill over and clatter to the ground.
Drowning in this dark abyss,
a sigh escapes my lips like the breaking of a wave,
washing me away into nothingness.
Memories of the warmth still absent like the sound.
Not sure what I came here to forget,
white brittle memories strewn about my feet.
This mind so devoid of thought,
a monologue unheard like a scream under water.
Such emptiness burdens my soul,
it drags me down with the great weight of nothingness.
Shattering my jagged memory into pieces,
like so much glass cast angrily on the floor.
Aimlessly wandering exposed,
as if my mind speaks itself without my voice.
Locked inside this non-existent poem,
pounding on the stony walls of the cavern,
terrified of the beast in the back of my mind.
Rick McCoy
