Nestled closer to the dark…

 

I’m going to my winding sheet

But not before I close my eyes

Only because I need to rest

And I can’t stand lies…

 

You know it’s dark. When�"

Even the giraffes can’t see the stars.

And I’ve stretched my neck so far…

I can’t close my tired eyes.

 

Even when my heart

Wants only to reside in its sin…

Nestled closer to the dark…

So, I say sometimes let it all begin.

 

But like I say I can’t, so

What can I do but linger on…

Till, I’m crushed by something,

More concrete than a loitering spark.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Profoundly dark images in this one, Mark. When "even the giraffes can’t see the stars" life is dismal indeed. It's difficult to accept reality sometimes. The more you worry, the less sleep is forthcoming. I hope things work out for you. The rhyming in this one is very good....but the outlook expressed is bleak. Lydi**

[Mark Heathcote]

It is a dark poem Lydia but the last two lines pulls it back out of the ashes and leaves a message of hope. Read my song. Shadows voice their secrets or the two above for something more heart fulfilling. :) X