Shadow Sharing

Shall I spill upon the parchment

all the blackness in my brain?

Do I dare, with diligence, 

describe the limericks I have lane?

Would these words which weave 

in waves within my wild mind relieve 

Those countless souls who cannot conjure  

names of demons they conceive?

Any head may howl with madness, 

any cloud can cancel moon

On the ground the glow goes overlooked, 

the head may seem a tomb

But the echoes of another

or the air from out their lungs 

May provide some sight so far unseen 

or silence stubborn tongues 

Be it verse or illustration, paragraph 

or heart-to-heart

There is gold beneath the seething maelstrom, 

fire in the art

Bringing burdens to the surface 

is to break their brawny bind

By angelic discourse force away 

the deaths that are divined 

Should I shout throughout the shelters 

where those souls do shiver still?

Will my din decree a destiny

for flowered hearts to fill?

Like loons who sound in limerence 

on lakes when light is low

'Tis we with words that wind through veins,

like serpents through the snow

Reviews

[revalatia]

Epic. I friggin love this piece. Wonderful flow, heavy hitting depth behind it. Well versed. Thank you very much for sharing this :) Peace, dude.

[Thatch]

Thank you so much!