Sorrow Horror Poems

The Revenant pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2)

Amongst the dead and dying trees,
A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone
A doorway opened, not with man-made...

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My words can’t translate
The eyes of the world wait
Hesitation catches in my throat
I can’t read or see
Something else has control of what I’ll be
Stumble around...

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Where Shadows Lurk
In the depth of night I wander,
Through the corridors of fear,
Where shadows lurk and ponder,
On the mysteries of the yesteryear.

From the shattered, broken...

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A hospital stay built on medication induced hysteria.
Green coffee which bleeds into my subconscious.
Pain caressing itself into my being just to remind me I am...

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My eyes are getting weaker,
Tho' I seem to see so much more.
My days are getting bleaker, 
Tho' I laugh more oft than before.

A laughter so...

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I Write


Less words
	in a windowless room
                  no use...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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I see a forgotten house. 
I hear the cry of a rook. 
I feel the moonbeams in a still Brook.
I know the coming wind rising...

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In shadows deep where darkness hides
There lies a bag of eight-legged horror
A bag of spiders where dread resides
Creeping and crawling, causing sorrow

With nimble legs they...

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The Valley of dead Souls

Jewel encrusted guardians of stone stand before the gates to the abyss of eternity. Above engraved in gilded stone inlaid with...

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"We can now destroy or we can cherish - the choice is ours" David Attenborough

in the darkness, voices are crying
earth aches but no oath is...

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Listen to the sounds--
Eerie, spectral, strange, haunting:
These are cursèd grounds.

Reeking, nauseous smell
Reaching to your very soul--
From the pit of hell.

Darkness and shadows
Fly on the cavernous...

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Watching from above, the world looks small 
But the pain and the suffering, can be felt by all 
In Ukraine and beyond, wars rage on...

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