Days of Darkness
Visions from a soul in Grief
So much sorrow so much pain my heart leaches it’s own blood,
My body as if stretched upon a rack until the dread runs black.
All is loss, there can be no way back, all doors are shut, but still the flood!
Dreadful dreams, the gutter runs stupefying dregs, the devils attack
comes upon me, the anguish screams ‘let me rest’ I see my plaque.
Days of darkness, dead of night, not even shadows can discern.
Across this land dead forests stretch, lifeless waters, stagnant pools
Acid rain falls from dark skies, not even lightning lights this night.
Alone in this place of evil death struggle even to catch my breath
Take in the morbid stench of hopelessness.
Skeletal forms creep through my mind, for all I know it is I who am blind,
For what I see within my head would drive me mad, it would be some release. Falling more into the pit, the wailing of forgotten souls retching out their bile, wanting more another place in vague memory to reach, a place of better times before their fall, when the dark days took us all.
The days of darkness, they will come for you, unless you are among the
few, who in the shadows keep out of view, stay from the light least they
see the future in their sight, turn from the truth of unending misery, that otherwise their fate would be, but in this circle they are then trapped to be
forever in ‘their’ own long days of darkness.
(2006)
These words come from a very dark place indeed, brought on by the greatest sorrow and loss that one can suffer.
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