DARKNESS

 

Is it the end? Is there something more?

A reaching out, beyond darkness;

When we have nothing to work for;

Do we determine our finish?

Emptiness the void within us;

There is no reason to continue.

Shall we leave with or without friends?

Life's sense of purpose.

Love drained away; malicious blood

Sucked into the clutch of other

Unrelenting, unforgiving tormentors.

 

Aggravation, a constant nagging;

Painful until lost feeling

Has no place to be touched;

No cortex to feed or comfort.

Resolve is absolute.

Distance has no end, no beginning;

Time is no longer of concern.

There is no reality, no truth;

Words have lost meaning.

Touch provides neither heat nor cold;

Tenderness leaves no impression.

 

Wither away creature of shadow,

Slender thought and unknown presence.

There is no place to wait, no journey to take;

No gain to be made, none remaining.

Destiny is called with the falling

Of the light; There is no clear path.

Sight provides no more; Unsure images

Suspended, hanging alone, without shape;

Past presence conjures vacancy amid

The ruins of earlier parthenon and temple.

 

Alert the sentry, boatman, messenger;

This passage is purchased, relinquishing forever

Thought of precept of return.

Nature's way lies decomposing in primeval

Slime, elements laboured and linked,

Soon to be fed to surviving minions.

Particle direction, cyclical, repetitive;

Untouched by thought, insensitive, unbound.

Organized atrophy replenishing the quagmire;

Eternal stillness; Unfeeling prolonged agony

Unjust; No birth in silent hell.

 

Will George  © 1991

Will George Poet

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