Darker than black

 I lay among ants beaten by cane poles

barefoot on broken glass I dance, swallowing burning coals

Darker than black are my days 

pealed from you like skin separates from flesh in filetes  

Heads and tails on the same coin

Dreams with realities shadow to rejoin

Dreams I say for dreams they are

seen at night as a distant star

They dissolve in morning light

leaving me longing for the night

Reviews

[nadia dmitri]

I have a soft spot for such painful poetry. It can be so beautiful and dark and destructive to write this way. Some of the greatest, most cutting lines come from thoughtfully-worded despair. Hope you are okay, beautiful writing as always :)

[Soren]

Thank you for the read and most kind and caring words Nadia. Yes I am fine thanks for asking I tend to like salt a little more than sugar.

[John the Baptist]

This one appears to be addressed to a particular unnamed individual. The speaker seems to be in pain, and we must wonder if the other person is the source of it. We do not learn the nature of the pain, only that it is there and is unceasing. Has the sound of depression.

[Soren]

Thanks John for the read and review. Since I worked with the depressed most of my life maybe this has rubbed off a bit.

[John the Baptist]

You and me both.

[carl]

For me this is not metaphor - this is clear expression of suffering - "pealed from you like skin separates from flesh in filetes " - Love the second stanza great wording and its play off the desire for night to return and the rejoining that is possible even if it is as a shadow and as distant as the stars - Nice read.-carl

[Soren]

Thank you so much Carl for not only the read but interpretation of this piece. Your reads are always most valued and treasured.

[Arundass TP]

The first lines are piercing my heart and do I expect an another day...and why after dreams? Good poem

[Soren]

Thank you so much Arudass for the read and most kind words they are most appreciated.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[Marie]

The title drew me in to read this fascinating poem. A superb play with words and the visual detail leaves nothing to be desired. Excellent use of various figures of speech enhance the poem as the poet lays bare his soul to his reader. Yes, sadly dreams dissolve in the morning light and so one longs for nighttime when dreams once again become 'reality'. Feelings of separation which was very hard to endure, but unavoidable are expressed so finely. An intriguing write which displays a dark side of life, but hopefully, tomorrow the sun will be out to play again, bringing warmth, light and love to the poet's life. Wondrous gem! Thank you for sharing, Soren...

[Soren]

Once again you have dissected this poem well and painted an accurate chart of its anatomy. I always appreciate your reviews in that it seems you have x-ray vision. Thank you again your words are deeply valued.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear poet...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Some of us don't live for each day. In our twilight years we might just dream of the old days and
long to go back so much that we fail to give the present a chance.
j.

[Soren]

So true Jacob loved the observation and just sparked a new idea for another poem. Thank you for that this read and your kind words