Descensus in Cuniculi Cavum. By CpSingleton © 2015
My memory is mine enemy to
All the friends I’ve lost.
Their voices and their faces
Take from me a heavy cost.
Not only in my day to day, but
Especially when I sleep.
Reflections bounce off crystal
Caves and in dark holes that I peep.
Descensus in cuniculi cavum,
With Alice closest by my side,
Shows me more rooms where they
Wait in cooking pots and hide.
I’ll walk through and inexplicably
They will chat like no tomorrow:
These avatars of bygone friends that
My treacherous mind will borrow.
What motive could the dark Id have,
That it leaves me feeling lonely?
Is it telling that I can count on me.
Yet just it, the Id, and egos only?
I wake to empty walls and swollen brain.
Tired, but unsure I want to shut my eyes again.
Is it better to have lost friends and love?
A rotting carcass for the pecking of the dove?
Were my choices so inept that I’m
To forever to sit and drink their tea?
Spew out rhymes and sip from cups
That in no way revive and refresh me?
Will I work my way back to the picnic
In the upper land of green and field?
Leave the shadows, one and all,
To be permanently sealed?
These and other questions need
Addressing, there’s no doubt!
Before I shuffle off I must know what
My Jabberwocky is all about.
Doth it sliver with most vile intent
To chobber down my heart? Or
Is this just a game it plays to see
How far I’ll tear myself apart?
It doesn’t know me nither, no!
Not well enough to see,
That I may wib-warble and fall,
Though, get up a stronger me!
So, to the first verse that woke me,
Feeling down and very grey,
I say this: I will get up and go
About this winter’s day!
You may poke me with assumptions
Of the failure I may be, but
You’ll be the one a-shrugging when
The green returns to every tree.