Dark Hope, Weeping Sky

Lost, to the darkness, deep ... This bleak sojourn I have made times on end, dipping my eyes to the dreadful forms that mock me, a maelstrom of words spinning my mind, to pinch off the oppressive stench of this place. You have beckoned me, ages hence, howling and shrieking like a puerile revenant, 'til the discordant consequence I could refuse no more. Hope, they call you? Oh, such a horrid and cruel parody! Do you see in me a fool, then? A jaded harlequin? A multitude of monikers be yours, but THAT is the most absurd, and it shall not tremble my lips! Have you not known me ... in all the scratchings of dread and despair - in that stark honesty? You are the bastard of my passions, and you have worn this flesh as your own ... oh, how long I watched from the depths of sorrow as you danced in my form, somber moon cackling like a demon. How you strangled the very spirit from my trembling bones, my marrow sucked like pulpy food for your pleasure. Such exquisite agony! Such divine misery, mine! Carnal truth scrapes, raw, the depths of my spirit, with grisly intention ... The blood of my kind heart, stirred up and imbibed as your remedy, the clotted matter spit in my face with magnificent madness. Alas, Dear Oblivion, the ebon sky now weeps ... stars streaking earthward like ragged rain, 'Til the heavens are as The Torment - lightless, devoid, barren, and bloody. Thus, the last breath of a saint, becomes the first breath of a monster, and in feigning prescience of an answer that will never come, I ask of you, "Hope", in utter terror and awe ... why? Why do you taunt me so?!? ~ 4th Place ~ in the "Poe In Plath Style" Poetry Contest, July Morning, Sponsor. ~ 5th Place ~ in the "Emotional Anger, Hurt, Rage" Poetry Contest, Lewis Raynes, Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Deep and Dark II" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. ~ 6th Place ~ in the "In the Dark" Poetry Contest, Russell Sivey, Sponsor.