DARK
____________________
I
(The Blinding)
Into the flesh
We come,
Maybe to sit
Submerged.
Maybe not so lucky
To experience
Life overshadowed.
I am vacant of survival.
The darkness
Is intense,
Terrorizing the dawn
To keep me inactive.
Granted,
I am produced
To re-consume
And reconstruct
Intriguing motives.
I am feeble, buried under fools.
A pool of spirits
Continue to stalk
This example
Of puppets
Masking the wreckage.
I am the blind digging a hole.
“I am not
Exactly sure
What made
Creation grim,
Standing attractive
To the darkness,
Collective for display.”
Perhaps, I am a dog
A war monger,
Collapsing into
Meditative landscapes.
____________________
II
(The Howling)
Have I got feelings?
“The innermost touches unseen and unheard.”
No, I’ve nothing to depress
Everything is underlined
And denied.
I open
The remaining interest,
Unwavering,
With a key
Of conviction
And composure.
Faint heartedly will I
Build borders
To be difficult,
If not impossible.
All of me seem caught in an opposite rhythm.
Can
I
Hold
Against
The
Force
Of
Darkness?
Am I too far?
I am far,
Too far,
From your hand,
Drifting into pieces.
The puzzle,
A nightmare of illusion.
I scream to the one
Behind the veil.
The veil shifts into ashes.
Veil of ashes.
Veil of ashes.
____________________“The innermost touches unseen and unheard.”
No, I’ve nothing to depress
Everything is underlined
And denied.
I open
The remaining interest,
Unwavering,
With a key
Of conviction
And composure.
Faint heartedly will I
Build borders
To be difficult,
If not impossible.
All of me seem caught in an opposite rhythm.
Can
I
Hold
Against
The
Force
Of
Darkness?
Am I too far?
I am far,
Too far,
From your hand,
Drifting into pieces.
The puzzle,
A nightmare of illusion.
I scream to the one
Behind the veil.
The veil shifts into ashes.
Veil of ashes.
Veil of ashes.
III
(The Ending)
On the final night,
I dealt with my most oblivious war
To progress my conscience.
Recognize
Unfamiliar penalties
Marked on my back
For punishment
And participation.
“Oh why, oh why, did they not dance?”
I should
Be bodily well
To donate offenses,
Influencing clarity
To create
A sour taste.
Listen to the sound,
Listen to the voice.
Can
I
Hold
Back
This
Time
Predicted?
There is a light.
Souls have declared
This place
A journey
To their conclusion
At the right time
And mourning.
There is a light.
There is a light
That never goes out.
I dealt with my most oblivious war
To progress my conscience.
Recognize
Unfamiliar penalties
Marked on my back
For punishment
And participation.
“Oh why, oh why, did they not dance?”
I should
Be bodily well
To donate offenses,
Influencing clarity
To create
A sour taste.
Listen to the sound,
Listen to the voice.
Can
I
Hold
Back
This
Time
Predicted?
There is a light.
Souls have declared
This place
A journey
To their conclusion
At the right time
And mourning.
There is a light.
There is a light
That never goes out.
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