A Step Beyond
by Samuel E Stone
Monday, April 28, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A Step Beyond
Hollow echos beckoning in the somber night,
moans and groans that were once mortal tones,
distant cries, relentless screams of sheer fright,
the cracking, breaking sounds of ancient bones.
Corridors to the pass found as shadows of time,
where sleepless dead awake to desperate screams,
blending reality with one’s thoughts and dreams,
once held captive wide awake in a sleeping mind.
Forces of good and evil often battle till the death,
nightly visions so vivid yet one just can not see,
in fearful forethought we take are last dying breath,
as shadows prance from a dream we can never flee.
Clanking sounds to a heart stopping thunderous roar,
restless spirits yell out in desperation and confusion,
locked away in a tomb without any windows or doors,
searching for answers while lost in mindful illusion.
Bewildered in the dark stillness the air turns cold as ice,
words can never express the feeling burning in the heart,
love, hate, power, and greed for which we pay the price,
for the depth of our conscious is what sets us each apart.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences
Samuel E. Stone, Best Selling Mystery Author
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|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
I Do Delve Into The Shrouds Of Darkness In Your Poetic Verses
I am in awe your dark poetic expressions linger....
"for the depth of conscious is what sets us apart"
Thats Fantastic :)
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i enjoyed this-well expressed bits of life|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|A reflection of many images that bring this all to life, well orchestrated....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Sam, this is filled with images, sounds, fears, that caused this reader to twist in her seat in anxiety. It's great to know each of us have our own conscious because it does set us apart from each other. This is a different sort of poem for you, and I must say, I did enjoy every verse and it certainly kept me interested until the end.|