The Lachrymal Descent

7th and final poem in the album Plea from the Dark, written 4/30/14.

A weary tale.

So many years have passed.

A cruel fable.

What remained was ash.

 

He set foot on life’s path

Expecting not to fall.

What awaited him was death

But he knew not at all.

 

Upon the path he met

A forest where no light dared show.

Many nights he wished to forget

That dark place he chose to go.

 

He entered that forsaken place

And was comforted for a season.

But the forest showed its malevolent face

And he lost his hope and reason.

 

T’was there he began his abysmal descent

And in agony, tried to escape.

But the trees’ roots ran deep and swallowed him whole

As he realized this cruel stroke of fate.

 

He lay there, at the end of his lachrymal journey,

Alone in this apathetic world.

A world devoid of promise and hope

Cold, withered, and desolate.

Defeated cries.

The final dusk.

The futility of it all.

The hollow grave awaits.

Reviews

[Susan Beth Horvath]

This strikes a note of genuine feeling and is conveyed very clearly. You seem to have a knack for nailing emotion down without struggling for words. Very nicely done and much enjoyed