Poetry / Leviathan

Appearances can be most deceiving
and things often times are far from what they seem.
Everyone sees my smile
my mask, my shield
never suspecting what lies beneath.

You say to me
“How do you live in the moment
flitting from this to that
in a constant state of distraction?”
Nothing breaks the surface
never to penetrate my façade.

I am not introspective
outside these few lines.
I do not delve deeply
for inside my irises
black and thick as night
is naught but a brooding morass
demons and wraiths
hollow, full of a peculiar emptiness
a freezing inferno
frightening in it’s intensity
it boils up on occasion;
I wake screaming
trapped inside of myself.

You want to know what is inside me
the workings of my mind
but I, knowing better
am terrified of me
merely skirt the edge of the sea of me
well aware of, and away from the Leviathan in the depths;
his hunger, insatiable
that would swallow the world.

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