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11/10/2016 8:54:01 AM

Terry Robinson
Posts: 49

The accursed are brave in this place,

where fear cannot arrest them.

As for me, I stand exposed

to the withering darkness that beats me down.

In these darkened hollows

prayers to God are still offered

within the diocese of this battered mind.

And stripped of varnish, my welt-ridden body

struggles to barricade against the constant

thrashes thrown up by the dark.

Yet, as a phalanx of illumination

makes its charge toward the dark,

the time has come to push back the night

by the lighted coals of the Seraphim.

And my lips are left to mouth the sounds

of coloured hues, as each breath is forced

from my lungs, and my voice finds the tolerant

tones of dawns luminescence .

Once more I have found my eyes.

And my mouth has gained its purpose,

to scream a challenge at the darkness

and be rid of this souless carcass.

And force out the few, who thrive

in the valley of my dark-day soul.
edited by trobbo44 on 11/13/2016
edited by trobbo44 on 11/13/2016
edited by trobbo44 on 11/13/2016

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