When The Black Gates Open

Written when I was in a bad spot.

I see a hovering guard

Black gates of a memory

Nightmarishly open ajar..

I see it cradled in the fog

And I’m desperately wicked

And tremble at the words of God.

Like a devil bloodthirsty in the dark

Candid shots of heroin exhumed,

Ravaged, but it barely left a mark.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth..

Desolate, I am lovesick

For the intrusions lamentations

still unable to cry out.

For your love is like vinegar and ice.

I’m silently dancing
Within the daylights dream

Yet astonished by every evenings sacrifice.

Behold.

The guard hovers further than before.

And the Angel of Light, or so it seems,

Could not possibly surprise me anymore.

Author's Note

My year clean date will be September 21st, 2012

Reviews

[Devons]

A more succinct and clinically executed example of your writing: intelligently sparing with its sentence structure and choice of words, uninhibiting expression. The imagery and ethos of the piece is very effective and evocative in its sense of place of both mind and body. The honesty of its subject is refreshing and real; and clearly drawn from experience and close impression. The language and narrative employed here should be a template for the basis of your future writing as it is really well done.

[Caradoc]

Very interesting. You paint a bleak picture in the beginning but move on to something hopeful towards the end. Great descriptions and interesting similes. A poem well done.

-Caradoc

[OctoberDawn]

The title is what initially drew me in, however, upon reading the words that lay beneath, I was instantly hooked. Your words paint such a vivid and dark picture that fully expresses the weight of the subject matter. I truly enjoyed this piece.