Gets me in touch with me roots... Lady Macbeth and Mary Queen of Scots, somehow. Can see meself in the long red velvet with the massive celtic rosary crucifix hangin round me neck. On a lighter note, as is probably well-known, humour is my biggest defense against the horrors, and the kinda scream I would like to give to darkness of this kind is a good rollickin belly-laugh. Perhaps a bullet has passed through my head on occasions... that might explain a lot: the copious amounts of space and free-circulating air in my brain for one thing! :)) Yep, guess you could say that I kinda relate to this one. And am suddenly feeling very hungry... where's that loada nothing that's up for grabs?? Gotta luv it. Kuddly Kate xx

...And see the light? A heavily absorbing piece, worthy of comparison with Poe.

Ron

You are having an Oprah moment there, girlfriend.
Well written though sad.

This is a poem of qualm, of ambivalence...an existential struggle trying to come to terms with the world as we are told and read, and the world as we see...A very thought provoking poem, Robert. Merry Christmas.

D

The power of fear is evident in this amazing write, Jude. I could feel my marrow turning to a frigid gel as I pondered the darkness in the world that seems to want to crawl in through the edges of our psyche and bond us into its negativity. Only the dreamer can change the dream, and only the perceiver of the darkness can summon up the dawn. Powerfully haunting with fantastic images, this poem is truly excellent.
Take care,
Sherry

excellent and profound write

Merry Christmas
Peace
William

I think I'm shivering because I've walked down that road. Or perhaps because I have felt consumed by darkness in times past, even wondered if I were darkness. Or because I am Dawn. Now, if it didn't take you screaming at me.... Dusting myself off and turning on the lights, Dawn

Heirloom antiques of the suicides and murders of a past generation, going through inherited "things." Powerful hidden agenda here. Reminds me the drums that belonged to the man from the KGB. Some time after the terrors of the reign of Stalin, a Russian anthropologist went to Siberia and was helped by the locals. He offered to repay their help and they told him they didn't want anything in return, just to look at the collection of shamans' drums. They went to his attic to have a look at his private collection. One of them picked out two of the drums and said, "You are a good man and these two drums are all right as long as they remain in your possession. But if you pass them to anyone, something terrible will happen." The collector was astonished because he knew these two drums had a sinister history. They had belonged to a KGB officer who worked in a remote area of Siberia. This officer had a habit of visiting small villages pretending to be ill and asking for the local shaman. When the shaman appeared, the officer would lead him to a dark, lonely place and shoot him. He would then take the drums of the shamans for trophies. It seems that many years later, something of this dark history was communicated to the native man. Excorcism of Darkness can sometimes lead to things better left alone. The boxes of antiquity sometimes have the stamp of Lucifer inside.

Sage

Wow, Jude, this left me breathless! Stunning, chilling imagery, and that ray of light at the end....thank God! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and love, and Merry Christmas, Karla.

Love the way you show no fear of the dark, just an understanding of it. Enjoyed the uplifting ending.

An exorcism of darkness is the toughest one.
It wants to swallow us whole. But there is
always a light, one hopes.

You penned my deepest darkest emotional thoughts here...well done!!

Love Tinka

And what a powerful "scream into the dawn" this EXORCISM OF DARKNESS made. A liberating and invigorating write.

The power and intensity of this piece is almost palpable Jude...

Carole...love and peace

Exceptional metaphors for what the psyche goes through under the duress of a restless, confused, world, where people of enlightenment have to deal with masses of ignorance. Superb analogies that have a perfect climax! Screaming into the dawn to cast out the darkness. Powerful creative outstanding poetry, Jude!

Love,
Eileen

Sometimes, desperation takes over and we become self destructive. Strong and introspective look into depression.

Carmen :-)

Very brooding and intense feel to this introspective work
I think I will pass on the bullet through the head..lols
Peter

A very compelling piece, Jude - and I love your ending.

Feeling tuned into the pulse of this one, Jude. Well said.
Carolyn

Some good tips on coming out of depression. (Exorcism Of Darkness). Good insight. Your words: A Poet aspires to become a living POET. You have arrived. Thank You. Love, Betty Torain

Deep, dark and delicious is how I'd describe this. It touches on the edge of obliviation and hints at the secrets that the tormented mind and broken soul explore. Great write my friend and I so understand this one.

Felix

I turn on the lights when I get like this. An introspection of sheer horror.

Mysterious almost sinister feel to this. The relation between dungeons and old attics with ancient box's is rather apt. They both have that dark foreboding mystery.

Exceptionally well done, Jude. I understand, identify, have done this war dance upon the bones.