Inside The Collapse Poem by Patricia Etienne

I slide and fall into a dicey drench
Effortlessly,
I pull aside
Still…
My doings,
Are like cramoisi

I stand inside a crop circle
Where
Nails are planted upward to trap
So fear I feel,
I can hear my breath
And so,
I walk out completely possess with safety.
No acknowledgment,
Still…
I hold on to
My inordinate style


While you are knocking on my door
Offering to
Clear paint my stains
I contrarily,
Seeking for the passion juice
The more I drink
Still…
I remain thirsty and hollow

This void I feel inside
It's
Like the blowing wind
Hopeless,
So frighten
I collapse.
I'm alive
But among the slain
Father…
Father!
Please!
I'm
Now
Ready