“I had a dream which was not all a dream” Darkness by Lord Byron
Dreamed
A breeze rattled down my spine
Into my mouth and bothered my thoughts
I fell in comfort and dreamed
Of women, but fear misled me into
Terrifying sights anguish
Chasing
A whole lot of chasing
Form who?
I seem terrified
Want to run escape this madness
But not yet
My body stiffens
My legs like blocks of cement
My hands as well
Dysfunctional
Abruptly I float
Tilting from left to right
In motion
Shapes of familiarity
Vague sights of childhood memories
I cry tears burns my skin
I fly in
In need of air
Suffocating
Irrational shit but no time for reason
Shapeless shadows haunt me
Evil seeks me
It’s dark very dark
No shed of light
Such empty space
Inhabited by fear and cruelness
Frightened yet invincible I shine
Like a luminous sword
That wears the color of red
The colour of pride
The colour of victory
This is my world.
Witnesses
The plant in the winter cold:
No sun to nourish
Leafs drying
Its shape deforming
Crawling into nothingness
The dog tired its head resting on his hands:
Disabled from the rain
Comforted by rest
Eyes monitoring the scene
Its ears alert
A whimper
An old man wandering lonely:
No place to go
No worries in hand
Warm under that thick scarf
Bones hurting upon every move
As he nears the end
Wishes he were younger
Water swarms the rocks in madness:
Lively and full of anger
Has been for some time now
Trapped in a ditch
In vain it curses the gods
And lays low staring at the reddened skies
Screams of insanity echo through the never-ending narrow hall:
So loud so high they seem to never fade
They haunt those who seek
But the hall is so deep and abstruse that they vanish in the darkness
No one seems to notice
Nothing to welcome this presence
It turns to dust
Light breaks though the shattered window:
It intrudes without warning
Only to discover the bloodshed
The stains deep into fabric
The stench, here in the mourned land
Relics in despair
The wounded tiger rests on the smooth wet grass:
Revenge circulating his mind he softly blinks twice
A breeze circulates
Shuffling though his fury skin
it soothes him
No comments:
Post a Comment