A FINAL NIGHT… a dark-ish poem?

If I write today

Will it resonate

With anyone at all

If I tell a tale

And toast with ale

Will you catch me if I fall

Will the moon still rise

And cross each night

Of a celestial starlit sea

Or will the ink run dry

As I lay here and die

With no one next to me

DARKNESS… a dark poem

right human hand

As darkness gathers and builds

Joining the abyss of progressive emptiness

Satan plays a joyful song

Another notch is etched into the handle of his sickle

Shattered beyond repair is a heart left in the waste

Discarded as so many before

Never to be alone – but alone nonetheless

Restricted from the hope of true happiness

Gone is the gleeful innocence of yesterday

Replaced with the ever ebbing tide of sorrow

Adrift in a slow current

Until – even the darkness – wanes

MY HAUNTING… a dark poem

black bird perching on brown branch

In the struggle of my life

I forgot to say I love you

In the struggle of my life

I forgot to goodbye

Everyone around me

Every voice inside my head

Every single time I speak

There is nothing but a cry…

——–

Lost in separation

By this madness that engulfs me

Lost in separation

When I catch a stranger’s eye

Caught between the here and there

Forgetting how to breathe

In this, a living nightmare

Am I forsaken by and by

———

Indiscreetly, I loosed my grip

Soured by inadequacy

Indiscreetly, I loosed my hold

As the shadows over through me

For consolation, there is nigh

Broken soul like dried up bones

A final kiss I was denied

This shallow grave my home

NIGHTMARE… a dark poem

girl in white long sleeve shirt lying on dried leaves

I cast out the blue demons deep into the night

Yet their shadows continue to haunt me

How do I escape these unworldly specters

While even now they fall around me in silhouettes

How I pray for the light to chase the unseen away

How I beg in a guttural growl to be set free

Then, and only then, did I awake from this nightmare

THE DEVIL DID WIN… a dark poem

person behind fog glass

Twisting and fighting

The demons within

Helplessly crying

Where to begin

All of the love has gone out of this life

Censured my soul

Cut out with a knife

Carelessly wondering

A desolate land

Not a mere morsel

To be found by this hand

Starved from the inside

Starved from without

The devil did win

He screams with a shout

Here is the prize

I promised my hoard

Once a good soul

Now cut from its cord

DISCARDINGS… a strange poem

pink pig on brown sand

Where once there fell

A crusty piece

Of savory flavored

Ripened beast

green grass near body of water during daytime

With all the sides

One does adore

Gaseous swamp

And frost of hoar

green frog on green moss

Gelatinous moss

From north of tree

Bullfrog throat

With pitch – high C

macro photofraphy of black ant

Once stroked in pot

With hellfire’s heat

Now blades of grass

Thou must eat

Meat, Pork Knuckle, Sausages, Vegetables

Deliciousness

None can compare

Lest ye hath had

Burnt paw of bear

SPECTRES… a dark poem

person touching frosted glass door

Subservient threads tighten around the ilk of my shadowed memories

Where darkness embraces silence like a lover

And I lay suffering – floundering in foul dreams

My soundless cries echo

While I walk alone with spectres

Who take pleasure as they caress my very soul

TROUBLED EYES… a poem

woman in water

Fight the torrents

Escape the rage

Find wings to lift you high above

Peer into the chasm

That fuels the fire

Of malcontent – free of love

Alight upon waters

Where currents spree

Hand swirling to and fro

Close troubled eyes

Which cannot see

The flames found down below

BROKEN STONES… a dark poem

ices on body of water

The burden of the broken stones

Weigh heavy on the mind

Whitecapped waves crest and foam

But cannot wash away the crime

Building blocks to small to see

Poisoned the whole of the base

Years of neglect have now captured me

As I slow to a crawl in my pace

Hindsight lends no healing sauve

For this conjured soul of the damned

Only regret of a dying wretch

As I crumble into sinking sand

NO WAY OUT… a dark poem

Woman Covering Her Face With Brown Scarf

Canvas towers of black paint the horizon

There is no way out

There is no way out

Turrets of stone in windswept hues

There is no way out

There is no way out

A blanket of stars, black as pitch

There is no way out

There is no way out

Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever

There is no way out

There is no way out

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