5 Poems of Introspection and Darkness

~~Help Me, It Said~~

Now Joe's in my room and he's looming and chattering over my bed

My eyes are shut but there's a magnum in my hand and I'm seeing red

There's a moment I smell his cologne and I think he's not really dead

Then Joe is in my face and he's screaming with glee "Help me, it said"

In that alley he was pulled into darkness and he pleaded in dread

Opening my eyes I see the thing wearing Joe and I blow off their head

As his life rains down upon me I wish that they dragged me away instead

~~Rake the Ashes~~

If I was to one day burst into flame

I would not fight to keep my name

I'd be a wildfire and simply spread

'til everything around me was dead

I cannot exist as a flickering candle

I refuse to be your flame to handle

'til there's nothing burning around me

Across fields of swaying gold in frozen memory

Above the clouds I once looked beyond in revery

Along every road I have stumbled down in my life

Every house, every person, every pain, every strife

All I ever dreamed, all of my prayers

I wanted it all to burn away

When cinders no longer dance behind my grate

Don't stoke the flames just let me burn right out

When you rake the ashes it'll be like I was never there

You can light another fire for me and forget that you care

~~Angel's Trumpet~~

I am aware, in the wake of the slaughter, that it was all real

I have lost my humanity and have become a monster

I watch, indifferent, as their blood drips from my fingers

It collects at the tips like drops of rain at the end of a blade of grass

~~The Futile Flight~~

All alone you let your wings unfurl

you are an angel in my eternal night

alone you pierce straight through the sky

above the clouds you are far too high to cry

I'm sorry I never built your wings for flight

ascending you will tear yourself apart

you will have to settle for my light

far below it's dancing with the flames

we love to play such silly games

my warmth will make everything all right

Held steady against the coming of the dark

just like the moth you killed in the park

you will burn up in my fire

just like our hearts desire

As a moth poked by a child you will die

yet like the child I will wonder why

there is another tear in my eye

~~Reminiscence~~

I reach for shadows

like desert sand

they sift past my hand

I once met a man

who looked just like me

but he couldn't see

deep in decay

my treasures of dust

a razor to rust

I only can dream

they all say they care

now they are nowhere

my creations all around

they drink up my failure

it makes them so strong

but it won't be long

an end to the anger

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I really like this treat of great poetic skill and introspective ponderings. It lifts up from the deep decay of the soul... Excellent...:).......