Cocoon's Consequence

I recently heard about a Slam Poetry event. I've watched a few you tubes over the years, of such. Kind of interesting, interested.

but never lifted a keystroke in consideration. yet, this time, I felt drawn, intuition calling. So, yesterday, I watched a few more video's, rattled through my mind; what to write about. I know sources are best, when drawn from experience. of the Slam Poets i watched, I reacted most strongly to the dark stuff. I have more than a fair share of prior darkness to draw upon, and once I began it flowed. wrote some yesterday, finished it today.

I am interested in your feedback. Wonder if it's long enough, for the roughly 3 Min's a slam poetry performance is modeled to. Of course, it feels different, reactions may change, text versus performed.

A Cocoon's Consequence
Donald Turner

lovingly nurtured, cocoon well constructed, my darkness, drove me on

in bed late at night, thoughts beating incessant fright, I tightly wrapped up, in my mind

noise never ending, reality... bending, clamor descending, I punched

action, required, plans are desired, I felt, as the tunnel collapsed, crunched

abrupt end before me, I just can't ignore ME, release, no more...me, I constructed demise

bought a jug of cheap wine, safe passage through time... and rope strong enough, I did carry

scratchy bark I ascended, finality, upended, I scaled the right limb

crawling and mauling, trawling, depths' pain so enthralling, I closed in on the rim

time to think, time's such a sink, an obstacle, a bobble, no regard

the noose that I fashioned, my life; someone's caption, a picture, a child, contraption

I mumble some disgust, then pray void of lust, desperate plea, resigned to the act, self discard

with a gulp I complete, cheap wine, at my feet, the ground 20 or so down below me

secure the said noose.. prepare to, let loose, one last glance at the sky

that dark matter cloak, the cocoon I had born, tightened, self, I cry

I leap, falling free through space, through time, through all I despised

my life's fashioned mire, my self's cruel desire, walled off and alone

to practice dark arts, construction of parts, serve me, so I thought,  ...but no one else

alone, I must conquer, a trap of desire, a prison, self inflicted

but freedom, I crave, none but a slave, would demand unrestricted, illusions depicted

with a bounce, it felt tight, that noose, was it right? the rope, it gave way

I plunged to the ground, unconscious of mine, my choice, my control, my cocoon

a shattered demise, a life full of lies, Alice... to the moon

passed out on the ground, delusion I found, awakened to vomit around

I shuddered, I paused, I came to, ....just how much destruction will do?

the dark matter, it fell, my survival, my instinct...  did swell, 

on my feet I arose, my pain, to disclose, my actions, absurd, must be unmasked

a few coins, did I find, in my pockets, a small jingle, I reached to out my mother, I Live

within hours on plane, that flight from disdain, relief, all a tingle, 

a new choice I will make... I Live