i’ve watched you from afar,
observing your routines,
measuring your motivations,
discerning your desires;
and from all this
i believe i have seen
a spark in the shadows
of dark-burning fires,
she said unto me,
leading me into her chambers
and onto a bed of daggers,
wrapping me in her sheets of black.
the road
is dark and perilous;
i struggle to find
my footing,
now the moon
is gone
from my sky.
the demons
the demons
the demons
keep repeating:
the devil’s in the details,
and even though
their icy touch along my skin,
electricity through my limbs,
and the BEAT, BEAT BEATing
of heart like kettle drum
is dying down,
it will never go away.
and i don’t know
if i can make it
without the moon
to light my way,
but yet i must
keep trying anyway.
i knew a man
who couldn’t do
the game of life
anymore.
he filled up
on courage
by emptying bottles,
and lay down to sleep
across the tracks
just off the square,
counting on the train
to end his pain.
and now i watch you
standing on
your own tracks,
waiting for the train
you think will
set you free.
the man, at least,
had no interest
in surviving it.
sometimes i swear
i see ghosts
from our past,
bathed in a phosphorescent luminence,
exposed in the moonlight.
certainly fleeting, but
surely they flitter about
in the shadows of
the corners of your eyes.
i know i feel them,
brushing up against my soul.
they are there,
or does my mind merely
play tricks on me?
illusions of light
toying with the darkness
that consumes me
in these darkened days.
There is a place so deep, no light will touch
Its darkened reach. A place so cold and far,
Inhospitable, existence is barred.
A realm remote and isolated much.
No pasture green, no sky of blue as such.
This place inside my aching chest, a scar
Against my ribs, a pit as ebon as tar,
The vacuum within propping me, my crutch.
So bury me in haste, shallow the grave,
A testament to wasted, numbered days.
Remember me, this foolish knave,
Mistaken choices made along the way,
And fill the void with lies that I have saved
Inside my heart, many the dues to pay.
Dark skies loom ahead,
but I do not fear the storm.
Weather together.
There are dark places
my mind tries to steer me to.
You are my anchor.
Like shadow in dark,
you have vanished like a ghost.
Why do I still search?
Day 15
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