That Dark Night
I felt it brush my face in the chill morning breeze,
I heard it's whisper in the silent conversations,
I saw it in every strangers blank desperate face,
I walked in it down the road and faced it round every bend,
I awoke in utter oil blackness with it screaming,
Your sobs and retches pulled something demonic from deep,
I stumbled in a haze stinking of fear knowing in my ignorance,
You rushed past me brushing onto me your darkness,
I looked wildly around spotting your memory on the table,
I peeked gasping in a silent horror; beginning to pray,
You had gone in that run-away, one way car,
I was praying constantly as I rang out warning bells for help,
You were hurtling towards the end, stopping now and then to make sure,
I finally reached a fellow warrior more battle hardened than I,
I was most earnest with every word I spilled,
You were stuck looking at a plastic bright past,
I was praying that you would allow a true, beautiful future,
You had seen love turned to twisted ends with bitter roots,
I was then completely selfish; wondering what if he does end,
It had the strongest hold over you blinding eyes: death,
It had been sapping you longing for that final feast: death
It had swirled about my head and I had been lost: death
It now sought ultimate destruction, it had it's prize in sight: death
It was thwarted by Grace, it was cast down by love: death
Copyright © Ross Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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