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The Grim Reaper Cometh

As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand. 

Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.

For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.

I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!

Amen!  Amen!  Amen! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Circles of slumber

The amaryllis yawns in bed of white 
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose 
Each flower is a ward of solemn night 
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose 

Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair 
Into the hallowed stillness of the lake 
Illuminating every pebble there 
The moon believes that no one is awake 

Yet bittern watches all with eyes of gold 
Alighted new in absence of the light 
And with his lusty call so clear and bold 
He breaks the quietude and then takes flight 

A ripple in the water seeks the shore 
It meets the rocks and ripples there no more 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	124

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills

Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills

Like a tight jar your fate rests sealed
Life strains under its heavy goals.
After death, truth's light is revealed
Lying lips are kissed by burning coals.

Loud roars cry out life is so unfair
Beg pay for merely knowing your name.
You play, wandering around with no care
Ignoring follies and your great shame.

You walk along a dark, forbidden path
With cold fingers jammed in your ears.
Cry about hard times and imagined wrath
Run from shadows and your greatest fears.

Blue dark day may wait for your descent.
You reap ill because you did not repent!

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions;

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words: 103

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time

Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time

Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just memory in darkest past.
Strip out each lie one polishes and hones
facing truth, nothing can forever last! 

Stark reality of deeds soaked in slime 
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me. 
Memories in the honeyed ring of time 
everything costs dearly, nothing is free!

Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul 
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart.
lost hope of any future winning goal 
sad truth is ripping rest of me apart!

Pile of bones, only treasure I have got. 
Smelling meat, seeing its hideous rot!

Robert Lindley, 01-10- 2015

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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A Demon Confesses

A Demon Confesses

I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Dark River That Sought To Flood

Dark River That Sought To Flood

I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight

Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief

A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love

Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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I cut to see if I feel how it's like being human,
I cut to see the pain relinquish inside,
I cut for all the memories that remain to drain down in the sewage
What symbols life runs with death in that rusty pipe.

A slash here and a slash there,
What happened in the past?
A slash here and there,
Soon the memories don't last.

Scissors, knives, razors and sharp edges
keeps a bloody smile, no more weep.
Slice and dice, trim more than the hedges
And I don't care if I go to deep.

One scar closer to a never ending dream,
I don't care if I go to deep.

Copyright © Miggy Lomeli | Year Posted 2014

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The Real Fear

The Real Fear...

The fear of darkness seems to threaten most
When one is lost and groping in the dark
Of self.  One blames unknowns—the devil, ghosts
Or even God—for fright that comes with stark,
Cold, empty blackness.  Courage will depart—
Just like a pearl dropped in a sea of ink,
Its glow will die—while fear's black magic art
Revives despair between each hurried blink
Of eyes which stare at shadows that incite
Imaginary monsters of the mind.
But oft these visions are the mirrored sight
Of what one sees within when eyes are blind—
     For darkness lights and magnifies the whole
     Dim panorama of the troubled soul.

Sandra M. Haight 

~5th Place~
Contest: 15
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 10/27/2015

~6th Place~ 
Contest: Monsters and Marvels
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged 10/14/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang 
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!

Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!

Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!

Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life ,  love so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley  08-24-2014

Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are 
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills 
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Dark Angel

How intricate your mind. How it can vex! A labyrinth that offers no escape, its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex. I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape at murals which reveal an iridescence. But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel. I turn to find I’m facing evanescence. Intense emotions swell; become surreal. They swirl with thought; descending, they exude through dark partitions winding through your head. The maze becomes a spiral to seclude you from the world and me. I feel your dread. Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom, to stay with you would mean to share your doom. For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest Theme: Insanity to Darkness

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Let My Tombstone Read

Here lies a women dead before her time
Struck down by guided arrows dipped in rhyme
A wound that first was sweet but turned to vile 
It slowly sapped her strength and stole her smile

The words all worked their way down to her heart
Like chamber maids, each word then played a part
At first adoring, then they turned to be
The pseudo kind of love: hypocrisy  

They mocked, and they abused her steadfast love
Made her to feel naïve, a helpless dove
Betrayals words they whispered in her ear
And made her fear the dreaded end was near

“Let tombstone read the truth not blatant lie:
'All those who trust in love in pain will die'."

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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The Dark Poet

A waking up, do I, Dark Poet, need
to shake my creature core from sheltered sleep.
A seed has taken root as bitter weed
that sprouts from disappointments buried deep
inside me, where a well-hid wild thing
with armored skin lifts groggy head to breathe.
No fire escapes its mouth, for it must cling
to courtesy although its blood should seethe.
If roused, the beast could overstep its bounds
and though I’ve tamed it well, I sometimes hear
in dusky dreams its melancholy sounds.
Before the dawn its murmurs disappear.
On bitter weed subsists my dragon child.
Oh, should I let it rest. . . or wake the wild?

For Irma's Dark Poet contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Sunshine Upon A Dark Day

Sunshine Upon A Dark Day
Great lamentations sadden this dark room
And cries held back cut the silent tears
Such young death displays a tragic doom
As survivors fight back their deep fears!

Yet outside the sun shines deeply bright
Day holds promises for those still living
More heartache will rip out this night
She is now gone, gone is her sweet giving!

Listen, angels sing this great loss now
As light filters into this lonely place
She lays there with no sweat on her brow
with sweetest smile on her beautiful face!

Night has fallen, we now feel very alone
She- the light on our souls, is now gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Dare I, Own Up And Confess

Dare I, Own Up And Confess

Whispering shadows floating in the dark
Sound of laments ringing in their wake
Biting with wicked teeth so like a shark
seeking one lost and lonely soul to take!

Alarm clock wakes me from such a dream
yet bloodstains are at foot of the bed
How silly! All was not as it did seem
nightmares rage inside my old, aching head!

Rising to race quickly to the cold shower
stepped in a slippery,soft and warm mess
Blood on my feet, shows dreams have power
now the police demand I own up and confess!

Waking! My ankles shackled to these bars
Got a feeling,this dream going to leave scars!

Robert J. Lindley. 08-15-2015

Note. A dark sonnet for a change.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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In a Dark Dark Room

The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's oblong shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed. 
A nightmare gallops through an open door,
a Pooka black as coal with eyes that bled.

Its jaw agape and gore froths from his maw,
as it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat, a bird-like caw,
he dips down for me to mount, and I am led.

Upon this demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to belay this foul glamour.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Hate, A Raging God Unto Its Darkened Crown

Hate, A Raging God Unto Its Darkened Crown

Hate like a tightly strung guitar, waits
for invisible touches that will set.
Burning torches against strong wooden gate
bring ashes from blazing hot sunset.

Can a deep hater ever see into dark soul
reflections that shatters his eyes.
Blind in his diggings, like some mole
immune from pitiful victim's cries!

Alas! Hate shadows heart's weakened pleas
black circle invading its sad plain.
Birthing mighty storms upon once calm seas
often its host goes completely insane!

Hate, a raging god unto its darkened crown.
Deep blackness that burns innocence down!

Robert J. Lindley  09-26-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Shadow Mist, Fear Of Past Sins

Shadow Mist, Fear Of Past Sins

Ghostly trails, shadows whirl in and out.
Trees line sad dream in very deep rows.
Alas! Danger lurks ahead, no time to scout,
Daybreak may hold red meat for the crows.

Where you see ahead a bend holds new fear.
Echoes call out, watch- remember the past.
You shudder deeply, eye finds a lost tear,
Pray for help because evil moves in so fast!

Sun sets and the darkness looms thick ahead.
Falling rays wrapping the shadows in haze.
Mind screams out, go away-you are now dead,
running along, a fool in a mind lost daze!

Shadowy mist, crowding you into its sphere.
You choke on cowardice, brought by deep fear!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-09-2015

Note- A Dark Sonnet on a blind and lost soul
that was gifted light... 

He that was once lost, found a key.
He that once hated all-
Found he also hated me....
Answer came, when faith finally made a call.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Wretched Creatures That Live To Deceive

Wretched Creatures That Live To Deceive

Tis no wonder that some choose to just go
the bad ones certainly put on a real show.
They depend on those that just do not know
playing as if clean as wind driven snow!

No honor,lies and darkness in their game
doing just as they damn well will.
Nothing they do brings them any damn shame
getting by with dishonor, what a thrill.

Look about and see how sad some humans are
wretched creatures that live to deceive.
Their black souls just one large wicked scar
playing for any gain they can receive.

Sad that, such sad ,evil creatures win out.
They do because good people do not shout!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-26-2015

NOTE: I am quite sick of seeing rascals and liars win out 
especially as they do so by mistreating others! 
Clever in their dark deceit, ego's leading them by the nose.
Game players that truly win nothing with their lies and clever

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul

No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul

Night comes on, like a wolf after sheep
dark and ravenous, at a rapid pace,
horrific shadow prevents peaceful sleep
grim echoes bounce all over the place.

Midnight hour, signals its coming call
evil whispers sing a death chant,
Candles burning low in the castle hall
gloom rises up to blackness enhance.

No retreat, this battle always rages
stabs and cuts both victims endure,
Shields fallen, damnation then engages
bruised heart, this life remains impure.

No reprieve for the lost, battered soul
past sins, eat in deep, take their toll

Robert J. Lindley, 09-03-2015
Note- Could not sleep, this sonnet started 
and gnawed at me to finish it. 
Past memories cry out to be satisfied...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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The darkest shadows of the mind

The darkest shadows of a stricken mind
leading to persuations sorrowful,
an untoward effect of love unkind
for an enchanted heart once so hopeful.
Confusion ensued by kindness denied,
mixing reality with woes of lies.
Wrought with malice the forgotten mind cried,
but to minds dismay no-one heard the cries.
The darkness of the shadows unfolded,
strayed the mind toward dimensions unsound.
Thoughts of acts irrational, vision blinded,
puzzled view, the wit ever more confound.

What began as a dream of illusion
became an unsought sombre delusion.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets

Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets

Are you still lurking, in sad corners of many minds
taunting them with your charms;
wrapping their lonely hearts into deep dark binds
while desperately laughing at deserted farms?

Are you still cursing sweet red sunsets
with salty voice and fast fleeing jabs;
shouting into blowing winds filled with jets
and still practicing with sharp dagger stabs?

Do you still chase fantastic shadow dancers
across those wide and deadly dark fields,
summoning up friendly demon prancers
clashing in battle with swords and bloody shields?

Yes! Your evil life has been all misery and sad woes
worn shoes with no heels and cut out toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2016

Note --Re-worked a very old sunset poem today.
With hindsight I asked different questions of that past ghost.
Answers were echoed back in laughs, sneers and wicked little snickers.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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When the air that we breathe becomes air we choke,
and the fires burn and consume all of our hope,
in the tears of anguish a nation will soak,
no longer could we the people hear the pope.
The skies will burn an angry crimson
and the corrupt will pay their dues,
pay for their crimes of atrocity and treason
with their lives as the revolution ensues.
But sometime in the future new problems will arise
with more people oppressed in all new ways,
cutting people down to their appropriate size,
all the way to the end of man's days.
In the cycle of humanity all will end in blood,
one day welling up in a world ending flood.

Copyright © Jonathan Siegel | Year Posted 2015

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Feeding the Birds

My morning retirement ritual,
Provides breakfast to the birds on my street. 
Food for fowl, silencing bellies that growl,
Watching the many hundreds gather near,
Huddled together on branches they meet,
With a calm patience we’ve learned to revere.

Feeding the birds of every pedigree,
Flying things, all sizes, colors, and shapes.
Hungry beaks, vibrant feathers, sharp clawed feet,
Small Finches and Wrens, large Sparrows come round.
Harmoniously singing us awake,
Their only care: yummy seeds on the ground.

My morning retirement ritual,
Feeding the birds of every pedigree.

1)  Sonnet written in Anapestic Pentameter

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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Dark Temptress

Near the lobby in the great room
We first make our rendezvous
A breathy trip up to my stateroom
And I am at last alone with you

I breathe your fragrant muskiness
As I tease off your tenuous cover
And reveal the lustrous duskiness 
Of your dark body to your lover

As your wrap falls to the floor
And in all your glory you disrobe
The hungry demon waits no more
And I encup your tempting globe

I cannot think what may transpire
Shall I regret today's caprice?
But I cannot vanquish my desire
And sweet passion will not cease

Deferred until tomorrow all guilt trips
And now, oh chocolate truffle... to my lips!

February 10, 2013

Inspired by Jon Cavanaugh's "Ode to Chocolate".

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2013

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Dark Coat-Tails

Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware... 
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp with each breath of air,
sending scorching ripples through a shaking fearful core.

Moonlight cloaks my sentient form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for ribald tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and playful light.
A hoot, a yip, a chirping melody, which prevails
reminding me of the paths beyond the pale that invite,
for I am just a dreamer tossed, on night's dark coat-tails.

Date: 9/26/12
Contest: Dreams

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Your head is dead a chamber vast and void
and nothing's what you think on anymore
forgotten are all things you once enjoyed
and are replaced by life the constant bore.

Your brain's been drained you sit alone and stare
all hope's run out, your heart is solid stone
from night to day and day to night it's there
the wish to be forgotten and alone.

You think and sink into Oblivion
not caring if you fade or if you die
but only that you shed the shell you're in
you've gone beyond the questioning of why.

You are the death, the dark of greatest fear
the song of life only the dead can hear.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014