Born Of Madness Poem by Juan Olivarez

darkness descends, the night arrives,
in the bushes and trees a million eyes.
wind blows through the leaves, the branches moan,
and in the forrest i stand alone.

what is that glowing, shapeless amorphic thing,
that writhes neath yonder, broken boughs.

eyes stare from neath yon fallen tree,
fixated definitely on me
a ghostly moan congeals my blood,
and leaves me frozen to the spot.

there where the thorny bushes ring,
there where the graves of men are housed,

the hair stands up and down my neck,
courage to run, my limbs do lack.
a freezing cold comes over me,
my heart and gut say i should flee.

the glowing amorphic thing takes shape,
i close my eyes, i must escape.

my legs will not answer my call,
another minute and i will fall
my eyes roll back inside my head,
at last i realize i am dead.

i cannot help but stand and gape,
as the glowing amorphic thing takes shape.

an owl screeches above my head,
the spell is broken, i am not dead,
my heart is bursting, my eyes see red,
i'm sitting up in my own bed.

deep in the forrest the shape is born,
and glowing ghostly, makes a turn.

my hair is disheveled, i'm soaked in sweat
a blazing pain is in my head.
my legs trembling, unsteady still,
i must get them to do my will.

born in madness it makes it's way
to where the dreamer, helpless lays.

4/21/10 29 palms ca.