lost in the mist of my own creation

contemplating the monster lurking in the belly of the creator

as we breath life into the monster

should we stop and let it remain dormant?

this fire burning in one’s belly

resentful of life being breathed into it



a fearful creator recoiling from his own creation

at the risk of overreaching, with its unintended consequences

alone, lost, created to be alone

and dying a lonely death

this mind of mine has its own mind

making heaven from hell and hell from heaven



finding the courage to carve my own path

casting aside icons and sacred cows

shattering this hierarchy of angel’s, demons and beasts

a conspiracy betwixt my somnambulance

and a familiar beast that man hath named

who for now, shall go by another name



my candle flickering almost to extinction, while buffeted by the wind

distressed at the thought of losing one’s dream

of a dream within a dream

my only thought was to one in paradise

and clouds on empty skies and not a care

whilst lost in the midst of my own mist

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich