Am I cursed like Orpheus?
To just wander through life
Wasting my time
Cursed by the three crones to now write rhymes
For just you
For only
Two invisible pennies
Or dimes
Because my Goddess
Divine
Has called
In all my sins
With this as punishment
For all my eternal crimes
Every night
Or at the break of morning
I'm now doomed
To write
Sometimes
In darkness
Sometimes in light
Writing for my soul
For my freedom
To really see
Unlocking old mysteries
Within me
Using secretive newly found keys
To mysterious occult doors
To traverse through
My inner kingdoms
As I now speak to you
The silent viewers
Hiding cleverly amongst life's many moors
Hidden in the vastness of
The Universe
Or simply forgotten kin
Or quiet fallen watchers
Parading silently
Through my paradigms of words or simply perusing
In my inspired biosphere
Am I but one of the many cursed
To walk at the front or simply following
Coerced beyond belief
To seek continuous relief
Is that why I always now write
For sleep doesn't come easy
Walking these precarious tightropes
At midnight
Filled with such unknown delicious
And sometimes devilish
Mysteries
Now cast me
My two invisible pennies
Or dimes
As I serve my penance
For my earthly crimes
For my otherworldly experiences as you read
With unrestrained greed
For all our crimes
Are to be judged by our own Head Watchman
Our own judge and jury
When it's our time
And it’s why I now saunter through life
Perpetually seeking salvation to be un-dammed
Before I meet
The Tall Man
Copyright John Duffy
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