Down to darkness I descend
as the hand of grief extends
horror called me to this door
words of sorrow stain my lips
slip through my fingertips
scatter ‘cross the cellar floor
the black depth hides my tears
I am haunted — filled with fears
my spirit broken evermore
dark waves of misery
are rising like the sea
I am stranded on the shore
I am lost — I am alone
confusion grips me to the bone
terror chills me to my core
something wails my name
I have finally gone insane
it is the end for me I’m sure
is this really what it seems
or has this all been just a dream
but again I hear the roar
I pray I’ve been asleep
in a dream-state dark and deep
please — let my eyes soon open
let this nightmare spell be broken
and a new sun rise once more
if not — god’s mercy I implore
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
I see what you mean – the song pulls you deeper into the darkness. Very chilling, Rob. Gave me goosebumps.
Cool Marion, pleased it drew you in… 🙂
The very thought of facing this kind of horror alone is mind boggling …. look out your window, the sun is rising.
Today it’s raining in Seattle… 😉
Come to Bend ………….
We used to love to go over into the high desert, to spend time in Sisters. It is such a beautiful part of Oregon — especially the Metolius River area. Kath and I learned how to fly fish on that amazing river, above Bridge 99. Amazing memories!
Yeah, nightmares are like that. An intriguing poem. The wish at the end makes it worth the while.
Have a good Sunday.
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much love…
Happy Sunday to you Gillena… 🙂
Spoken from a soul that truly knows grief. Certain losses forever change us. I can feel that within these lines. Sending hugs your way Rob. ????
Thank you Carrie. Naming it diminishes its power.