Vacuous or Not

Crowescent Verse

 

With subtle despair, I open my eyes

To look through the window, through the seemingly

Mournful glare of garish light that motivates me

Away to an archaic and seductive darkness,

Away toward the only solace that may prevent me

From cracking the glass.

The window bares no curtains, neither cover nor shade,

But remains bold and brilliant, as though it were the sun itself, –

A tactless fire that cremates our many tenuous devils,

A grim reminder that the dark is ephemeral and fading,

A repugnant thing of bright and merry radiance

That dares to outshine my dear shadow, beloved silhouette.

My exclusive escape stares past my enmity, beyond eternity,

Waiting behind me, tantalizing my sense of anticipation,

Tempting me to turn away from that barren window before me

And face it with tender and tragic pleasure.

For the darkness, I would do all this, –as I force myself to stare on,

On into the scorching light of lucid strings and listless memory, –

So I shut my eyes against the happy glass… and know it shatter,

To embrace the empty hold of that last elusive shadow:

I’m the demon.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Astounding and powerful in the sense of art that explodes of of the page, what I admire most is the control over the wordimg and flow, presents itself with the dynamics of unmerging comnsistancy into darkness,
to look through the window, that is absolutely something most readers can identify with
and at the same time delve deep into the nature of the heart, excellent form and flow

[Legion]

I thought I was.

Well written. A look into oneself out of oneself. Nicely done.