Somebody call Ben Affleck We got phantoms in this ***** This endless haunted mansion Their presence pervades No company In this lonely labyrinth Only phantoms The only figures resembling humanity Are the corpses of those before Who couldn't navigate this torturous structure And of course, the masquerading phantoms My soul they aim to puncture
I tried closing my eyes But I just kept running into walls I tried sleeping through it But I just sank deeper into the basement When I attempted to join the phantoms You were there You waited until I was hanging there On the rope And eviscerated everything Lycanthrope The rope in shreds Your heart then fled Leaving me alone again Lying in my exhausted blood The phantoms sensed my desperation And took advantage of my disorientation So I ran to the darkest recesses of the basement To retrieve my blindfold and sledgehammer But is my hammer powerful enough? Will visual impairment abstain the trickery of ghosts?
I put Sisyphus to shame With the determination I utilize to demolish these walls But the phantoms are devious They ***** new facades Thicker, sturdier, with odder textures I destroy them all the same It just takes a bit more time And time means nothing To a man who's sole purpose is knocking down walls And cowering from apparitions Yet a man means nothing To a time ruled by phantoms
Can be found in my self published poetry book “Icy”. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1