Sunday, August 27, 2017

Another Night in The Shadows






How can skies turn to black in an instant,
turn truths into lies, hope into disbelief,
faith into fallacy and trust into guile,
how can it wipe away every vestige of possibility,
sever the throat of joy so brutally
you can’t even look into the eyes of love of an innocent,
how can one go from caring so very much
to feeling nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
thrown into the meaningless pit of existence,
unreasonable, irrational, wildly sweeping, self-destructive,
where words of encouragement strangle me,
kindness suffocates me,
a touch would surely shatter my soul,
and I scream in the darkness a scream,
even the gatekeepers of my private hell
feel a weariness creeping through their bones.





9 comments:

  1. Powerful words and painful memories.

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  2. Sounds like not getting what you want. Reality.

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  3. I often wish the gatekeepers on my sadder memories would do their jobs a little better.

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  4. Lovely photo and dynamic words of living ~ thanks ~ ^_^

    (A ShutterBug Explores)

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  5. Yes, yes, yes... Ice been there, You made it back too.

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  6. ... and that's how the cookie crumbles, friend Shadow ... o well, I never liked cookies anyway ... you? Love, cat.

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  7. I would appear that "humanity" has crossed the Styx and been found to only be offering counterfeit fare. Charon looks like he had a good time overturning the barge.

    I have found of late that if you put hope in one hand and shit in the other that it is easier to tell which has more substance. We who quantify "want" as a coll breeze, a lover;s touch, a child's smile are losing ground to the flooding of fools who do not know how to turn off the valve of their destruction of goodness.

    The water is rising but pray the coffee crop does not fail Shadow, we'll be alive for a very long time.

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  8. Beautiful, the first few lines hit home like rain falling on bare skin from the sky. A truly lovely poem, greetings to you.

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  9. Perhaps a chocolate malted and a nice pink iris?

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