Tag dark poems
This time he dragged her down, bound with him Clutching they spun inhaling, plunging in Needle tight breaths, she smacked and fought back Against his tourniquet grip, she slipped free in slack Necked gropes as he grasped her hopes and crushed As burning, they spiralled, kicking then hushed
and stand agape,
and hair erect-
upon the nape
of time inside
this whiskey glass-
Descending
into Dragon Pass…
I have a soul
that must be sold-
I’m told it’s worth
the weight in gold,
alas,
I cannot get it back-
from voices on
this hellbound track…
Of this sleepless night,
And in the midst
Of a slumbering world-
The sensation
as a ghost,
haunts me.
I’m alone. All Alone!
Darkening the sky
Stealing the light
Shaking the soul and body
With rambunctious bolts of searing energy.
Let the rain come
And let the thunder roar.
Let the wind take my breath
So that I may no longer speak your name.
and I want to live.
I want a break
and I want a fix.
I want to feel
and I want to numb.
I want to hide
and I want to run.
My tears fall silently,
Enough to drown in added together,
Sorrow piled up by the roadside outside my house,
As it can’t contain the amount sent,
I use all my strength,
Batten the doors,
Try to keep out,
Howling black phantoms,
Worries and doubt,
peeling skin with the broken promise of cooling
as she waits
to be pumped full of salty brine
and then discarded, debris
carried by the waves until she
washes up on some strange, sunbaked shore, a
sea-scratched corpse, the
refuse of murder, or perhaps,
suicide
she bobs up
and down, violently
tossed by the waves, frantically
snatching rapid half-breaths-half-gulps-of-ocean before she’s
plunged ten feet
under, then
propelled back up, an insignificant
buoy caught in a
cyclone’s raging passion. his arms
grasp at her as
forcefully as a prayer expands out against
her chest, calling
for ocean to swallow the
naked groans and shrieks yanked
out into the unforgiving air—
each scream,
a plea that she might
die this moment, escape
the body convulsing and writhing,
possessed
For this weary soul?
Just to wrap her in love
Before she goes awol?
Tired of all these miseries
She seeks some solace,
Tormented with questions
She’s a hobo, now turned soul-less,
Wandering in the crowds
She searches for one single face,
in an orange-tinted bottle with a child proof lid
popping his meds and his precious endorphins
holding them closer than family
but nobody thought he was addicted
until the day he ran out
Nobody at all.
I shout, I cry, I scream
no one answers my call.
They say there’s light out there
light which I cannot see
but all I have inside
is a Dark Eternity.
The room keeps getting smaller
the walls are closing in
there’s no door to get out
no way to let hope in.
