Monday, October 05, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Darkness Again
Darkness Again
This ever-pressing fear has swallowed me
I don’t know if I can find the strength
To cast off its far-reaching grasp and
Reclaim my identity
My heart is filled with joy
My spirit with pride
And yet I am shadowed
By a sense of dread
How does it find me?
Why does it stalk?
Where does it lurk that I can not see?
It reaches a place that feeds my core
Takes pleasure in my struggle to evade
Holds my essence in bondage
Brings the darkness to me and crashes it over me
Like a grim reminder that I will never be free
From its hellish grip
Perhaps it can be appeased
Maybe reasoned with
Could I convince it to leave me in peace?
To find its sadistic pleasure somewhere else?
No, this is my burden
This is my curse
Stop that is what it wants
To convince me that I would have to battle it alone
No more can it hold sway over my life
Nor shall it gain another measure of dominion over me
I have discovered that which the darkness fears
It can only take you if you choose
To isolate and segregate your self
From those whose love strengthens your own
The darkness fears friendship
lyric undertone of life
Poetry is the lyric undertone of life, the pulsating current that at one time brings a quiet vivaciousness to ordinary situations and generous subtext to the extraordinary. The elegant, almost sublime textures of a football game are enhanced by its startling brutality. Birds calling out to each other, some seeking a mate, others calling for a parent emphasize the fragility and majesty of life's constant circle of wonder. Poetry is in the heart, mind and soul of us all. It fills us with a passion of simple things and a need for complex textures in a world that by nature is both chaotic and ordered.
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