Rays of sunlight filter through the gloom,
Cool, morning air passes through an open window
The writer surveys the room but hardly recognises the place
or acknowledges his presence there ...
Deep in the void his consciousness drifts,
deeper than ever he realised he could
In total darkness he treks ancient pathways
Fearlessly sifting through forgotten alleys within the mind
Knowing there is a way through ...
Vague memories surface, somehow he shakes off the bitter despair
which rages from the surface ... reactions to an abysmal life
Somehow he remains victorious, overcoming every attack the mind demons muster
Their venom giving him confidence after confidence,
confirming his convictions are true ...
Mankind has been here before in the distant past
Its consciousness was advanced before ever the primitive mind was devised
and the abilities are now displaced,
and he is one of a breed contracted to delve
to dig deep within their human resolve,
activating the hybrid genes to act as a weapon
to give him the extra strength to strive deeper
and find the missing link ...
The passageways are dark; the feeling of evil is overwhelming
the life of the outside is painful, almost unbearable
the risks are great but he remains alive on the inside
with hope his greatest ally and the connection with the inner self still strong
he so far prevails but for how long he doesn’t know
for he has never been to these depths of despair before ...
Matthew James 17 February 2003
