The Primal Mind

Dark Places from whence we came (and where some of us revisit time to time)

There’s a darkness that dwells

Within the shadowed wells 

of man’s mind

A darkness  where dark things reside…

It’s  place dark as ink

Where things slither and slink

Where lives none such

As prudence and pride

It’s a cold and dark haven

Dark as the eyes of a Raven

Slick moist black

Unblinking…ope’d wide

As dark as the depths 

Of abyssal ocean

As persistent and insistent

As moon’s pull pon’ the tide

Dark and infernal

Yet e’er eternal

Indeed… they have need to hide…

Kept close, deep within

By morals stretched thin

Is the Darkness that dwells

…In man’s mind…

Author's Note

As usual in my poetry The intended rhythm can be hard to find. (Which makes it a challenge to readers who like to puzzle things out)