Thursday, March 17, 2005

Grave Reality

Things have left that level edge
and once more have flipped upside down
overshadowing all that is good..
leaving behind a stone cold grave reality.
Filled with rotting memories, and decayed hope.
I pull myself out of this hole,
yet the earth of this life once more seems muddy,
and I slip back to the bottom to slowly rot.
Cold is the ground below, as the heart within.
The smell of dark damp earth fills my lungs,
mind swarms with thought,
like maggots ingesting putrid flesh.
I close my eyes and let it take me.
Give in to its dark embrace..and wait.


Robyn said...

I am glad you decided to put this somewhere. Now I wont have to give you the look.

Lane said...

I'm relieved to see this has found a home again. Thank you for sharing it with us. Love ya.

_Soulless_ said...

raw passion. every word a scream. a mastery of language hummed by nocturnal beings.

i'd like to drop by often to unshackle. so, i'm linking your site to my own poetry blog. hope you don't mind. ;)

Scoobs said...

I know what the words mean,and I can see them..The thing is I know neither of us fear it..

rocker said...

That was beautiful.

I found you through blog explosion. Very good stuff here.