Post Possession

Emeritus,

In merit

Coward still

The face that belittles you

Each day you pray the mirror breaks

His words

His voice

Similar

But stranger just the same

Blotters filled with ink and lines

I watch as the words twist the vine

Dazed, if not for uncertainty,

A decision I might make,

Against the grain,

Most of life,

At this point,

Care not what the shadow claims

Determined to take hold

Regain supremacy

Reclaim my flesh made throne

I crawled beside the pine made frame

Clasped my hands and prayed

Words soft, words precise

God, send your angels down tonight

Assist me in this possession

Before the loss is complete

Silence as lids peeled free

An air embellished my position

Clearing a path, well lit and clean

Not a peep, not one snicker from within

Was that all I should’ve done?

Long ago, long back when

But that was a different time

He responded when I spoke to him

Light was bright within the chamber

In the mirror I saw my face again

Thank you, I chanted loud

War torn skin formed a reflection,
  A smile I swiftly embraced

Then I saw the skin shift shape

As the dimples remained wrinkled upon my face

Without speaking, my voice addressed me once more-

“I could not hold out any longer….

You wished for angels,

Well they are not free,

I once was chief of them,

And to this day,

Their will still belongs to me"