almost home

12/2011

The darkness that washes over this barren land

besets my course, bringing my advancements to

a screeching halt, held at bay by the demoniac

spirits that trample the corridors of my thoughts 

Pushed backwards and under the blacken waves

of negative energy that is building around me,

snaring my ankles, pulling me downward in oily 

depths that structure this image that I dwell  

 

Every light of hope is snuffed as malignity grows

over the blue skies that once were, here I am,

lost without you in a world of my own creation,

displaced in a shade of eternal stagnant gray  

I will still trod towards the warmth on the 

unsteady horizon, memories of you will push

my bruised feet forwards, guiding my broken

heart closer to the one that it still beats for

     

Author's Note

Reviews

[Audrey Howitt]

I will still trod towards the warmth on the
unsteady horizon, memories of you will push
my bruised feet forwards, guiding my broken
heart closer to the one that it beats for

We move on because we must. There is no tomorrow sometimes-there is only one breath and then the next one and so on--but as we put one foot in front of the other, over time, we find that we have created a path and often it leads to unexpected places--keep trodding my friend

[johnnyqueer]

This is really fantastic. The structure was perfect, and the piece flowed well. Awesome poem.

[M.E.Lyle]

How well you describe your thoughts. One can feel the anguish and longing for in this write. And so we move on. Great job.

[EMF]

Chuff me. I actually don't know what to say. You have totally taken my breath away. It is...brilliant.

[Tina Kline]

Struggling through the pain to find the one you seek. This is great, excellent descriptions used in this.

[Rene Velez]

love in all of it's barren landscape, truly visual Josh.

[Arielle Ann]

the journey you defined, the crave to reach for the one you love even when the path is filled with obstacles , the yearn to overcome and forget all,tired and fatigued,yet you return...that's what life is all about!after darkness comes light!

[Aidz]

from the depths of dark comes hope a light.... nice scribe

[Amila Jay]

Very nice poem:)

[Draven]

Thi is such a dark poem. I love it. "held at bay by the demoniac

spirits that trample the corridors of our thoughts" thts an awsome line.