P.O. 333, Halfway to Hell

Hello Darkness,
We meet again, the last time we spoke, I believe I was young, about the age of ten. I promised you a secret, and I thought it was deeply hidden, but you slid incognito without my permission. Wherefore art thou a stranger of mine keeping--at which hour thou art near mine own heart, at each moment, reaping. Every window has lost their blinds, and replaced with the kitchen table. The wood hangs distressed, and sorrowfully-- they pray in their heads waiting under the rubble.
Darkness, I must admit, the blood seeping through the cracks and the screams became a symphony. An ensemble that will be played before our collective agony. I confront you today, because I am deeply ashamed of my cowardly ways and unconscious thinking. When lives are at stake, you force my love to lose all feeling.
Every strike against my village appears to only strengthen our bond. That is why this must be our last encounter, because you see, you have killed them all. Farewell mine own h'rrid darkness, mine own monstrous conceit. Thou has't birth'd a savage within me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the metaphor...also this reminds me of poems by a friend of mine, Catherine Sasanov...she wrote these poems in a book Demolitions...lots of after-war images...

this is beautifully dark.

one spot...should be "Every widow has lost her blinds..."

but deep, grotesque...imaginative piece.

j.

[Drcicarlo]

Is she the author of "Traditions of Bread and Violence"? I just googled her, and I hope that isn't creepy. I will be adding that to my list of influences. I just obsess over dark poetry if you haven't noticed. Thank you so much for the compliment. I can see where widow might be a good fit, but what is meant to be assumed is in the hypothetical scenario the war is outside of their home and in order to protect their whereabouts the family boarded up their windows with the wood from their kitchen table. Although widows could be a great alternative. Thank you again for taking the time to read this!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that is one of her books that i own...i think i have three of hers...she used to live in Carbondale and i met her years and years ago...she was one of the early influences of my writing...

[Drcicarlo]

That is the coolest thing! You know a famous poet! Wow, what an incredible experience. I plan on buying a book or two from her after I read more of her bio on her website. That is remarkable, and you're a fantastic writer. I'm already excited.