Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

Wither, Perish

The night is the blackest
and the coldest I've known.
The town, so small
it should not be called a town,
is still with its own malice.
I have grown weary of the city
but still, it is too still.
There is no moon
and there are no stars
and there are no clouds
to hide them from my sight.
Only unexplained dark.
The spine of the town
is a dirt road that I cannot see.
Just as well.
Pestilence has touched the land.
It drives the people
to rebellion or terror,
or cleverly reasoned apathy.
The townsfolk do not regard me,
nor should they;
they are depraved
and I am deranged
and between us we'd only
kick up a murderous fuss.
No streetlight shines
and no window glows,
here the people
are best left undisturbed.
How did I come to be here ?
No matter. Here I am.
In the still and in the dark
and in the otherworldly cold
I hear my bones rattling,
nearly, though not quite,
so nearly pleased to be alone.

16th July 2020

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Regina Mcintosh December 22, 2020 at 5:11 AM So deep and filled with angst, despair, sorrow that flows through veins of ice cold vacant distress... melancholy, mystery and moments of pure, profound and penetrating pain. Your words are stunning - Great writing. God bless you always Lawrence Sharp December 25, 2020 at 11:53 PM Thanks, Regina, appreciated. I like this one myself, so it's nice to know it's still being read.

Eve Roper July 18, 2020 at 12:51 AM Wow, I love the deep feeling of emotion you created in this verse. A fav. Hugs Eve Lawrence Sharp July 18, 2020 at 3:09 AM Thanks, Eve, so good to have you here, as always... and fave very much appreciated !

Freddie Robinson Jr. July 17, 2020 at 7:02 AM Scathing insight into the cold psyche of aloneness, Lawrence. Ink serrated Truth brilliantly parsed poetically. A masterpiece quality poem! Love and more love always. Lawrence Sharp July 17, 2020 at 10:28 AM Thanks, RomWar, far too kind. Good to have you here, my friend.

Robert Lindley July 16, 2020 at 8:39 PM You have yet again amazed me with this piece. The imagery, darkness and insight into the truth in life, in a world that heaps far more pain on the innocent than the evil and wicked. Best to await dawn's redeeming golden new rays on a night like that my friend. A gem and a fav too. God bless.. Lawrence Sharp July 16, 2020 at 11:41 PM Thank you, my friend; you are the master of the scribe's darkest realms, so your stamp of approval is very meaningful indeed.

Carolyn Devonshire July 16, 2020 at 2:03 PM A compelling poem, Lawrence. The reader clearly senses the confusion in the darkness. It sounds so lonely, but many of us have felt this way. Excellent writing! Lawrence Sharp July 16, 2020 at 11:40 PM Thank you very much, Carolyn, appreciated; very good to see you again.

Vijay Pandit July 16, 2020 at 6:15 AM WOW! Stunning imagery my friend that takes the reader to the scene. I felt the intense emotions the town experiences. Great write, Lawrence. Lawrence Sharp July 16, 2020 at 1:03 PM Thanks so much, Vijay, very kind of you... and ongoing support always very highly valued, my friend.

Brandy Nicole July 15, 2020 at 10:50 PM "So nearly pleased to be alone, though not quite" In this World, especially now- it certainly feels like we are alone in the dark. Powerful words indeed! Once again, your pen whispers truth- in such a poetic way. ~ Brandy Lawrence Sharp July 16, 2020 at 2:36 AM Thank you, Belle, truly. Always good to have you here.