the quicksand of emotions
cold as burning ice
sinking ever deeper
squeezing like a vice
without a breath of air
thick enough to feed
sucking ever harder
skin begins to bleed
a silent mouth is screaming
begging for mercy
for a splintery raft
in this bloody sea
of the damned and hopeless
frozen in this state
souls reduced to ashes
anaesthetized, sedate
the quicksand of emotions
tempting as it lures
into numbing darkness
of deserted moors
to the hangman waiting
for his reaching hand
ready to surrender
to a fiery land
You are such a fabulous writer!
ReplyDeleteGod, this sounds like the dream I had last night!
ReplyDeleteI love the picture and the post. I have been out for a bit, but am back, and I have missed reading you. Thanks for writing, faithfully, that we can bask in the beauty of your rhetoric. missed you.
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This is definitely a dark one -- but an excellent expression of that deeply penetrating angst that grips your heart. It's raining and dark here in Dallas -- more than I can take on a dreary Monday morning!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is certainly a dark/deep one. Well written as always, thanks for sharing your talent.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a desolate man looking for another drink...
ReplyDeleteShadow - "frozen in this state
ReplyDeletesouls reduced to ashes
anaesthetized, sedate..."
I am grateful to read you...
lots of great lines here,
ReplyDeletei really like the "quicksand of emotions" - sometimes when everything runs negative it can feel like quicksand.
If that's hell, I've been there. Did not say, "Done that!"
ReplyDeleteGot out before the fires consumed all....
you had me at "quicksand of emotions" that is exactly where i was all weekend. this is not so much dark to me as the reality of it is when i choose to be there, sometimes i don't even know i am there until it is too late.
ReplyDeleteWhat I like about this poem is its grip on the reader, tightening closer and closer.
ReplyDeleteLoved the darkness. I especially loved the last stanza. Very well-written!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is dark and scary. Didn't you have a nice Mother's Day? Isn't the sun shining in your neck of the woods? Have you gotten out and planted tomatoes?
ReplyDeleteShads-Can't have light without darkness, can we? I don't know bout the surrendering. At that point why not fight back? Well put together, again. ~rick
ReplyDeleteShadow you are an unbelievably
ReplyDeleteexcellent writer, a shepherd of
the emotions, the heart.
My emotions are running amok and
this poem whirls around my gowns.
That is one dark and dreary poem. Perfect for six days of rain and no sun.
ReplyDeletejust the way emotions flow... thank you
ReplyDeleteShadow Dancing....
ReplyDeleteThis was spellbinding!!!!
Shadow, to beg even for the splintery raft, that is not a good place to be. Feeling like I should swoop to rescue soon. How long would it take me if I leave Canada right now? This one is dark, indeed.
ReplyDeleteScream
ReplyDeleteScream loud
Scream all night long
Scream until you're light as a feather
Feels great
Great post
Spooky -- I love it! And I saved that picture for future use as desktop wallpaper, too.
ReplyDeleteGosh, that picture is fantastic, I could almost feel the spirit presence roaming it's rooms. And your poem is haunting to the end.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
That very first line....oh, Shadow, believe me, that tells it all if you ask me.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a beautiful, wonderful Mother's Day post below. It's awesome.
Thank you kindly for dropping by and leaving your comment wishing Bud and me a happy anniversary. It meant a lot to me, truly. Happy Tuesday.
so many great lines -- dark and deep -- i feel a heavy under current.
ReplyDeletefab writing Shadow.
Your words compliment the picture beautifully Shadow.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Star
"a silent mouth is screaming"
ReplyDeleteI liked that line a lot!
Great words and a great photo.
ReplyDeleteLovely dark words and perfect photo to accompany :)
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