Judgment is coming soon all will face it But here is darkness why not embrace it The pain is one thing I will never know In the darkness I am doomed to go What does it matter if I cannot feel For in the darkness nothing is real On the weak and corrupted soul Excessive darkness takes the toll A fire’s last ember is hard to defend Life is fragile but is it easy to end Maybe it's better for me anyway I will long for darkness not the day
Turning the trip of my insanity It makes its stops but ne’er for me If darkness doesn’t dig my grave My ending days where madmen rave Will I feel better not having a name? Would I feel better if nothingness came? While I still live they'll cut me apart And there the darkness running my heart Paranoia bores deep into my soul Darkness enters and fills in the whole But if the pain can be swept away I will long for darkness not the day
My mind has broken through the mist I can’t even know if I still exist An apparition abruptly appears But I can't see through bittersweet tears Her wild caged stare makes me realize The mirror reflection caught in her eyes I knew her not but I can feel her love In her face, I see what I'm thinking of The woman drifts on but was she there Too much fantasy can be a nightmare I hear a voice say, "I always loved you" Do memories prove experience true? How do I know I'm not losing my mind? Is the answer possible to find? Confusion forces madness upon men Can I go back if I've never been? I've lost hold of my last waning candle And now is gone but for waxed covered handle It looks as if my darkness surrounds me But ‘lo this time the pain has found me There's a trail that leads into the night I knew long ago there'd be no bright light
A twisted tree stands in paradise grown My eyes tell me what's not to be known Those barren branches seem productive Simple solutions so seductive A lonely testament to what goes wrong When a dying spirit stands too long I question the times I have forgotten And as the tree's fruit inside so rotten Then all is clear the answers revealed What I’ve held close my shattering shield Full of poison I know I must die So much easier to choose the lie
There before me a silhouetted shade Through depths of darkness I see it wade Never I know has such beauty flowed With an air of grace down a damned filled road I find that I am forced to follow In the darkness the path is swallowed But then again I can see the shade And no longer will I be afraid So many places I am led through Familiar faces that I once knew Their mouths gape open and spill one word But in the darkness their voices unheard My heart turns cold I cannot move I demand intentions quickly proved The supernatural need not persuade Into the darkness I follow the shade
For a score not another around Silence can be such an unsettling sound Bloody wars fought I never will fight So many wrongs never able to right Dirty child I can see it crying I must pass on as my soul is dying Vision of evil that man has made I would be all right if not for the shade
Seasons change but it is always cold Time must pass I am growing this old Like a lost black sheep behind the shade I knew one day even it would fade In despair the end I grab for its hand My paws are useless but for digging in sand At once I'm human death its charms I welcome my friend with folded arms
[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 06-20-2000).]
i know this is long and it will need 3 times the votes but it really was the biggest help in therapy to a part of life i was having and i was somewhat saved by writing it so here it is for submission...
WOW! This was incredible Walt ... I feel like you took me on a journey to the dark side right along with you! Your imagery, emotions, flow ... all superb! My favoite of yours I think Walt, well done! (click)
Best wishes, /Kit
Not A Poet
Very impressive. I don't know how you managed to write such a long poem in rhyming couplets without seeming forced or somewhat trivial. Not only that, but the content never rambles. Excellent, even if long. In fact, even more impressive because of the length.
WOW.... the length is part of it's spell. I love this poem and am going back to read it again and then once more. Hey that style looks awfully familiar...lol. Fab-a-mundo!!! I'm voting for this one. I really hope it gets into the book. Linda M.