You speculate on what survives within This shuttered shattered sepulcher you see Where the night does not end nor day begin Where dappled in the twilight shadows play
Stained with the stinging unguent of abuse Descending generations death and sin In living death one soul still flickers there No explanation given nor excuse
Too many things to tell so none to say Tethered by taproot deeply dungeoned where A crust once human to the dust gives way Emily Dickinsonian recluse
You pass by on the sidewalk and know not The tales these darkened windows weep tonight Heavy debt a head-shaking attorney The living bearing what the dead forgot
Birth-broken wings flap their futility Futureless featureless backwards journey Bright sunshine on all sides but here no light There never was nor will there ever be
In rotting graciousness the grave lies deep A black hole where the doomed and damned await Dark ancestors scold from unquiet sleep Unending grief inherited from fate
Masterfully written, haunting prose. Victims of abuse often feel they are ghostwalkers and keepers of family secrets that are buried with those before them. And oh the misery wraught, the waste of preciousness and the murder of innocence. The last line strikes the final punch. Powerful and dissettling, as well it should be. Brava!
Fantastic write Steve and one I can relate to so well as a kindred spirit and fellow poet who sometimes lingers too long on the dark side of the minds eye. Well done spectral write with just the right dose of reality tossed in.
It is quiet, dark and very easy to calm the inner thoughts just now. Darkness, for me....quiets and eases me on down. It is the void where people sleep and spirits speak easier to be heard. It is the inner voice that capitulates the light.
You are a soul searcher...not just your own a conduir for yesterday. Your poems are haunting.
Steven,
It's odd how the dark of night seems to wake the turmoil within us, but I guess that's when the quiet takes hold, and our insides begin to quiver and argue with our fears.
This really is a profound tale of how we deal with it all.
The photo of the little boy gave me chills to begin with.
Excellent work!
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Well done!!
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Lin
This one is powerfully penned and haunts the mind...profoundly written. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Felix
You are a soul searcher...not just your own a conduir for yesterday. Your poems are haunting.
Very well gone verses .
Susan
It's odd how the dark of night seems to wake the turmoil within us, but I guess that's when the quiet takes hold, and our insides begin to quiver and argue with our fears.
This really is a profound tale of how we deal with it all.
The photo of the little boy gave me chills to begin with.
Excellent work!
Lisa