All Death’s Dealings

I’ve been going through some of my old poems and a few stood out to me that I thought I’d share. This one speaks of the bitterness and cynicism that can fester in our world when we only see the darkness and despair. Realism is great and very necessary but if we aren’t careful we can become brutalists trapped in the spiral of never ending despair.

I felt a tremor but my eyes grew heavy that night.

And a voice whispered words never heard,

the darkness overcoming.

I belonged no where for the briefest of moments.

It was like the light went out inside my skin,

I was there alone.

A grey haze enveloping the tranquil scene that was painted for me.

A force not identified but described by only the shaft of shadow it left.

A sudden loss of all.

Is this how you felt my love being left to hang in place?

Were you scared like I was that night looking for the faintest hint of light?

All darkness taking your life.

I caught a glimpse of who I must become in a split second.

I heard the sound of death and his glaring grin at my light.

I turned around with tears.

The light beams into the darkness, and the darkness is shattered

like death was the moment it felt the most secure in all its dealings.

I am never alone.

Grá (love)

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