Where Dark Things Linger

Deep into my mind
Dark images linger
Somber fantasies
Of things that cannot be

I linger
On these inner landscapes
Facing the nightmares
One by one by one
As they come toward me
Suicide is a battle
Fought but seldom won
But claiming victories
Over and over again

Dark dreams
Of deathly creatures
Not so innocent here
In the nether regions
Of where my consciousness goes
Night and day
No, within life's embrace
I cannot play
No, I cannot wait anymore
For it is the living, not death
That has become the horror

Reviews

[toby thomas]

Sometimes in life the only thing that keeps you sane is sadness and its not an easy emotion to portray in a writing. I am still amateur and learning how to capture it. but I know that you have done a great job with this one. I loved it. Keep exploring your consciousness. take care.

[Tina Kline]

Thank you.

[Star Wolf]

A very erie and chilling poem yet there is a dark beauty to it.
Very well written. Impressive work.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much!

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Evil comes disguised as beautiful, how else can it win your soul?
Darkly seductive and beautiful poem.

[Tina Kline]

Thank very much!

[Damien Thibodeaux]

You have such an incredible way with words. You take the reader to the dark places of your mind. I too, dwell there. Your words speak to me. Your final line, "For it is the living, not death that has become the horror", was a perfect ending.

[Tina Kline]

Thank so very much.