Dark Affairs.

Within this recent stretch of time,
became an expert in the perpetual state,
of feeling thoroughly and totally resigned,
I embraced a prematurely defeated fate…

Each direction I look, I can only see more,
of the darkness that is my shadow,
there’s a sinister, wildly teetering force,
precariously trailing me on its tip-toes…

And, though, my brain tells me one thing,
my spirit has finally been trumped,
my body wants to lay down in the dirt,
and dare my brain to stand it back up…

My own voice carries inconsolably void of life,
thoughts darken like the dim before the movie begins,
a “Survivor” is bound a slave to Anguish and Strife,
until the enslavement finally comes to its end…

By Gods, I have tried to climb the rungs higher,
exhausted any means ever made available to me,
struck the matches and danced through the fires,
dropped from the skies – dove deep in the sea…

these days, I’m too afraid to go anywhere out there,
just a fucked up world full of fucked up things,
deepening the darkness in a dark and drawn-out affair,
full of shallow and cruel “human beings”.

4 thoughts on “Dark Affairs.

  1. Brilliant! You nailed this poem right in the core.
    Love it!

    May I ask, what you we’re feeling when you we’re writing this poem?

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