Mark Podesta - Edna

Edna

 

Mark Podesta

 

Sitting on a bed

Looking to the world

Thinking

Dying

Breathing

Seeing

The scenery begins to warp

And a thousand miles

Comes between

The outside and me

I look behind me

And I see

A large beach

Desolate

Chilled

A slight fog

Caresses the water

I stand up

Mesmerized

Transfixed

Held

They body of water

I step forward

Towards the body

The body of water

It beckons me

It feigns for me

The chill does not sting

My toes do not curl

When the water

Holds my hip

I begin to swim

The dark water

Looks like liquid black

The farther I go

The deeper the shade

The deeper the thoughts

The deeper the world

The water is clouded

Masked

Obscured

Ethereal

Heavy

Pure

Someone calls from the shore

I am too far gone

I do not listen

But I do hear

“Edna”

A faint whisper

I do not respond

It is not my name

I look towards the bottom

I lay on the top

The liminal

The thin line of reality

Etherized

Between the above

And below

A chain

Snakes

Its way up

From the deep

It slides into my back

Toward my heart

Then latches on

There is a clinking

A reeling

And the chain recedes

My body does not pull

But my chest

It goes

With the chain

A pitfall emerges

Where my heart

Once was beating

A piece of myself

Has sunk

A sinkhole of life

A throbbing

Open

Empty

Persistent

Pang

Is left where my heart

Used to be

And there is no filling

There is no helping

There is no saving

Me

Thoughts of death

Have brought me here

From the world

Of hopeful disillusion