The darkness
Once a cradle
Now suffocates me.
My thoughts
Once friendly
Now steal in to haunt me.
My skin
Once a comfortable refuge
Now crawls with despair.
My soul
Once round and bright
Now casts shadows from its corners.
Here I lie.
Once more
Abandoned.
Alone.
And wait till dawn?
Oi. Parabéns por seu excelente blog. Gostaria de lhe convidar para visitar meu blog e conhecer alguma coisa sobre o Brasil. Abração
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ReplyDeleteThat is good Dale.
You wrote it?
Thanks Grace - I did write it.
ReplyDeletesometimes the shadow of the black dog nips at my heels...
It is beautiful. a perfect description of night. Reminds of the Jackson Browne song, "Sleep's dark and silent gate".
ReplyDeleteOh Dale, this smacks of desolation. I can feel the darkness of your soul and of the night. Not a happy feeling but well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks, too, Val.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I do my best writing when I'm feeling at my worst.
It's those "night terrors" and runaway thoughts that get me in the middle of the night.
It was composed at a time when I was caught awake and should have been sleeping...
It all seems so much better in the light of day!
Very beautiful stuff there, Dale. Don't suffer too much for your art, my dear- it is always darkest before the light, someone once said. Or to quote Panoramix from the Asterix world- apres la tempete, le beau temps.
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AM
Sound perfect for me
ReplyDeleteafter the storm the sun will shine...
ReplyDeleteThanks AM
and Lesley - let's keep each other company
i love you
Beautifully written, Dale, and how close we all sometimes feel those snapping teeth ... yikes. Look at it this way: nothing is present in the dark that isn't there in the light.
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