The Dark Side of You

I could not write poetry till I was brain damaged a life of shame, abuse no good to anyone, oh yes and of no use hiding behind the dark side of you. Memories dreams are of that time, many a mile we accomplished amongst the grey stones the bricks the muck hiding behind the dark side of you. I use to spend many hours just looking for inspiration at the sky the ocean, hear the rushing water and in simplicity feel the gentle rain hiding behind the dark side of you. Why oh why should I wear this affliction I’ve been many things in my life that, which never stops creaking lives here in one’s head hiding behind the dark side of you. Yesterday’s events were so different penetrated my head my heart my soul regarding earth’s greatest feats, mainly war and of its dead hiding behind the dark side of you. The media’s strength used by the subtle Oh! The mind control tuned to sporadic applause swells admiration for their efforts hiding behind the dark side of you. Truth complemented occasionally then smashed into smithereens, the pieces in abundance having lived a life of torment hiding behind the dark side of you. Oh Soup! Quiet haven away from it all aids to adorn my memories, just, love, one hears and reads about every single day helps no doubt this victim of society’s goals hiding behind the dark side of you. © Harry J Horsman 2013