AS THE WORM TURNS
by Steven Gulvezan
AS THE WORM TURNS
Sweet Jesus,
You know that I’ve earned
My fortune in heaven...
Please allow me
A bit of the leaven
Of peace hope and happiness
That, so far, seem to be missing…
The promises that dear Father Bob
Made just before he read me my rites…
Perhaps I wasn’t listening…
Was it all a delusion?
My plate is not golden
As I lay in the garden
And my heart has not softened…
Indeed it has hardened
As the worms crawl
Into my eyes and my brain…
Where is the golden chariot?
All of my life
My dreams were stifled
By torment and pain…
The hounds of misfortune
Dogged me all of my days…
When I was failing I thought,
Finally! At last in death my time will come…
But…
Nothing!
I fear all my suffering
Has been for naught…
At this point,
I desire to simply blank out
And disappear into nothing…
But I can’t seem to stop
My thought-wheel from grinding…
I would scream but my mouth
Was sewn shut
By the insane son
Of my family mortician…
Writers Bio
Born in Detroit, Steven Gulvezan has worked as a journalist and a librarian. His writing has appeared in Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Scythe, Red Fez, Heavy Bear, Gutter Eloquence, Battered Suitcase and many other literary publications.
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