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A Diabolical Grace


Dark, deep, warm-black arms of an endless night wrap me ...
     Head thrown back in abdication, arms spread wide in surrender,
          Falling backward, back, back, onto a hard dogwood blackness.
               Nails of my own stark weakness fasten my hands to a weighty

Tree of terrifying introspection ... poison saturates my blood,
     Courses with its curses through the very vessel my soul inhabits,
          Dictates to me by the minutes the movements of my muscles,
               States of my vapid organs, thus, responses and emotions, true,

Like the visceral, mighty hand of some morbidly jealous god,
     Squeezing the true and the good from every last cell of my being,
          The strength and health built by a lifetime of good habit and task,
               Torn asunder by a guileful beast, a duplicitous, faceless monster

That I invited in from wintertide like some pitiful, starving fawn.
     Oh, it IS pitiful in its treachery, and it starves, oh yes, it starves,
          With a hunger for souls and lives and accomplishments and truth,
               And it eats them ALL with a lust unending, and a ravenous fury,

Laughing at you with a Cheshire grin, your own warm, crimson blood
     On its shining, chiseled teeth. And while you tremble in horror at
          Its stark visage, while you stare transfixed into lifeless black eyes,
               The face changes, the abomination transforms into a beauty so pure

And compelling, that your only thought and desire and compulsion
     Is to drink it in with a kiss as deep as the Universe itself .. to pour
          Yourself into it with every passion and emotion you can scrape from
               The ice-flaked walls of your conscience, to merge with it, join it in

All abandon and care and affliction, and give yourself whole to the dim,
     Shadowy vehemence complete, while the deafening roar of your own
          Screams and scratchings, plays a somber requiem, final, a sickly
               Sweet song ...

Of obliteration.




* Written and submitted on January 8, 2018, for the "Speak Your Truth" Poetry Contest, Madison Demetros, Sponsor. *

Copyright © Gregory R Barden

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  1. Date: 1/12/2018 8:07:00 AM

    Life has a way of making one oblivion ready! Of course, you said it much more poetically and dramatically, a mood my pen and I have been in more than once, but never by choice (that I recall.) Great write, truly. I marinated in each line. Poetry hugs ... CayCay
  1. Date: 1/11/2018 5:05:00 PM

    wow, this is powerfully written, Greg, This "faceless monster" is a heartless beast. I'm in awe of your writing.
  1. Date: 1/10/2018 9:29:00 PM

    Although in ‘Free Form’ (for many an excuse for random phrasing), you have created poetry that does have form that appeals and enhances the descriptive power of your words- impressive.
  1. Date: 1/9/2018 7:56:00 AM

    so poignant Greg, loved this poem very much, good luck it will place high I'm sure ;) -luloo
  1. Date: 1/9/2018 5:38:00 AM

    Addictions is a very difficult thing and something very personal, I felt the real emotions through your words.. A dark and deep poem highlighting the issues... Excellent write Greg..
  1. Date: 1/8/2018 8:44:00 PM

    Superbly done, Gregory. GL with this strong winner.

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