Nightfall

I saw fingers severed 
with comically large scissors
and heads near severed 
with an even larger pair,
or crimped stubbornly halfway.

I contemplated with some hurt
what I might have thought 
to be my earliest loss,
and thrust myself headlong 
into my first descent.

The darkest car I’d ever not seen 
carried me effortlessly to my future
across snow and water at once,
in love with a girl I’d never met,
I think she loved me too.

Darkness enveloped me 
in my vast empty room,
and I’d swear I killed a man
and dropped his lifeless reproach
in a dusty, uncertain old cupboard.

I wrestled the nasty black swan
and found my hero of the moment,
smaller and stranger 
then I’d ever thought him to be,
and I swore to God it was him.

I dropped by the bank,
a hero of earlier moments
mirthfully gave me the gears,
as we argued the toss
he couldn’t help but have a giggle.

A giant came bearing down on me,
then went weepy and forlorn,
wailed about the love not known,
the city lights and the city streets
quietly frowned with dismay.

I stared down enemies unknown,
I was afraid and they were sure,
but I found a greater wrath,
I don’t think I killed any of them,
but I guess I probably should have.

And to this day, still not seen,
I don’t even know if it matters.

31st October 2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Radke Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 4:33 PM
Written as if in a dream. Telling so much of struggle and uncertainty, yet somehow also victorious. This is a wonder of a poem. Dark and entrancing. And so well done. Best wishes. Deb
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December 4, 2018 at 10:31 PM
Thanks, Deb, really glad you enjoyed this.
Messina Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 9:17 PM
Your darkened poem makes for an excellent chill-oween tale. Well written my good friend.
Sharp Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 11:14 PM
Thanks, Charles, very glad you liked it.
Raven Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 10:48 AM
Hi Lawrence, your words and emotions are captivating in this dark write, dark and deep my friend. You use the free verse style to its full extent in this entrancing write. From first line to last I was held within this write. Just proves what I have always said, "Beauty can be found in the dark. An excellent write Lawrence. Have a wonderful Sunday. your friend always....Mike. A fave.
Sharp Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 11:49 AM
Thanks, Mike, very pleased that you enjoyed
Godwin Avatar
November 2, 2018 at 5:41 AM
I was held by the wording in each stanza of imagery painting - an 'otherness' feel grew in me with the read, a strangeness, if you will, that I could not walk away from, and did not want to. Gripping. All the best ... CayCay
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November 2, 2018 at 12:24 PM
Thanks CC, very pleased that you liked it.
Lindley Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 4:00 PM
My friend, you do dark so very well. Love this imaginative and darkly woven tale. A perfect fit to read, for Halloween and ghastly tales told as kids invade the streets amidst images of black cats, witches, ghosts, spiders, monsters and other assorted images of the black and the scary. A fav,,,
Sharp Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 11:53 PM
Thanks for visit and comment, Robert. I always value your commendation, and fave is most kind. Thank you no end my friend.
Pandit Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 11:07 AM
Intriguing write..dark battles of the night..you imagine vibrant tales, Lawrence.
Sharp Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 11:51 PM
Thanks Vijay, always good to get your feedback. Visit and comment appreciated.
Wanter Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 9:55 AM
For some reason I have missed your poetry. I won't anymore. This is so original and meaningful.
Sharp Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 11:49 PM
Thank you so much for stopping by, good to have you here, and I'm pleased if you enjoy.
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October 31, 2018 at 9:18 AM
Trippy read :))
Sharp Avatar
October 31, 2018 at 11:47 PM
Okay... umm... trippy I'll take, thanks Maureen... xols (ja ja, it took a while but I figured it out).
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