The Student Speaks Of Darkness
I've known darkness:
I've known darkness ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown sorrowful to see so much darkness.
I have seen the darkness of men's hearts.
I built up my soul unto the Lord, as the darkness consumed the hearts of men.
I watched in growing horror at the acts of those around me,
As the darkness spread through every land.
I heard the wailing of those whom the darkness had hurt,
And I wept to know that the world has become so dark.
As the darkness moves on, so does my sorrow
Yet hope moves on also, always fighting against the all-consuming darkness.
I've known darkness:
Ancient, bleak, evil darkness.
My soul has grown sorrowful to see so much darkness.
Possibly morbid images.
Snow falling in an oppressive silence,
blanketing the world in a cold white death.
Girl bent double over textbook,
mumbled whispers to no one.
A boy dumping buckets of water on the sidewalk,
washing away words written in chalk and sending brown seeds
speeding down the hill.
Children jumping from rock to rock beside the waterfall
Sickeningly sweet stench of small purple flowers,
standing innocently beside the path.
"Don't get ahead of us!"
Footprints trampling those already carved into the snow,
Creating more slick ice to cause some hapless person to fall.
A heinous smell emanating from the oven,
Dark smoke billowing forth to fill the room.
Water stained blue from ink smeared hands.
Girl chokes on chicken chewed too fast.
Flames licking across a pie crust…burning always burning.
"I think I'm trying to find someone else."
People groaning while forcing down more and more juice.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
The sizzle of cooking flesh.
A dead bird, mangled beyond recognition.
Skid marks in the ice covering the street…
Directly in front of the grooves of sliding tires.
Boy with a scar, asking about pies
The ear of a bunny being cut in half,
No one can hear the screams.
Tears streaking down a heartbroken face.
A small pillar of ice holding a bird's corpse to the snow,
Red blood staining the sharp whiteness covering the ground.
A hot iron crashing from its place on the wobbly ironing board,
Burning the arm of the klutz who knocked it over.
Blood glistening on a knife.
Screams, screams in the night.
It will not stop snowing…it will not stop.
The white death is falling and it will not stop.
I have returned after an obscenely long hiatus and I do hope that my dear readers can find it within their hearts to forgive me. I am working on my updates and hope to have something up for you soon. In the meantime please enjoy these two poems which I have written. Love you guys!