Unavoidable Night

Posted Jan 20, 2003
Last Updated Oct 31, 2011

Upon this summit I sat
wondering away my moments
wandering away my mind--
Watching the world meandering...
unconscious and blind.

From the waters and soil
we were born of the earth--
T'was deadness gave us our birth.
Alas, this rock is my mother;
Hard, cold, and enduringly dead.
The sky is my father;
Strong, violent and already gone.

Upon the precipice I stood
A man upon the fringe of all worlds.
In all ways I could see
the distant foggy realms--
kingdoms and homes...
But to the west I watched
as the great god of day
slowly inched down
to the perpetual hidden pit;
From the light
My whole world turned away.

My footprints filled with shadow
And the wolves sang to me
a chorus of forsaken cold.
Up above my ancestors rose--
their eyes staring like speckeled
shimmers of a watery grave.
I'll never reach them
And their dim lights
shall never see me.

From mother's womb
the trip is never long
to that self-same tomb.
For a moment it just seemed
like a great stupid joke--
why take the long way
when the journey could be short?

Over the edge was such a
long dark way down.
No... I would stand here
for at least a moment more
and watch the last golden rays
paint another fading hue across the world.

I saw faces in my mind.
Some beemed brightly blue and clear;
others stared with deep crystaline warmth.
No... I would not end this;
I would not trade away this warm blood
When lived such lovely eyes.

Yes... the trip is too short
And the tragedy is gross.
But to my home I went
To hold on to the greatest jewels
Ever dug from the heart of the earth.

To my home I quickly went
full of blind happiness...
in spite of the growing shadows
and gripping chill
of the unavoidable, closing night.

Killing Demons

Poems that are rooted in very negative frames of mind.

  1. Unavoidable Night
  2. Remote Moments


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