Poet's Corner by LAQ997

The Abyss

2012-02-04T14:02:00.002-05:00

The Abyss

As I stare into The Abyss I feel no remorse,

I feel no guilt,

I feel no shame,

I feel nothing,

As I stare into the Abyss I feel no sorrow.

The sorrow of life is left behind,

The pain,

The tears,

The emptiness,

The Abyss has removed it all.

The blackness escapes in one last breath,

No aching heart,

No empty words,

No empty life,

The Abyss promises nothing and delivers just that.

The crimson stream flows from my soul,

A life left behind,

Nothing ahead,

Washed clean of failure,

The Abyss demands nothing of me, for I have nothing.

There is no light, no hallowed song,

No flowing robes,

No trumpets sound,

No winged beings,

The Abyss is silent, dark, and still.

My feet are firm, my will un-quivering,

The chill of earth,

The smell of dirt,

The sound of nothingness,

The Abyss welcomes all without judgement.

The lies we’re told of judgement and doom,

No heaven,

No hell,

No divine karma,

No trophy of gold,

The Abyss is the equalizer of all who come.

I long for it’s peace, it’s quite, It’s nothingness.

I fear not it’s cold un-judgmental hand.

I lay my head down, upon it’s inviting sand.

It swallows me up, and spits out my pain.

The Abyss has welcomed me home,

and I ...

Return from whence I came, The Abyss.

Fear

2010-01-06T14:27:00.001-05:00

Fear

White space fills my mind,

It’s shear vastness overwhelms me.

Do I have words worthy of filling it?

Do I have heart enough to share?

The burning sunrise mixes with crashing waves of fear,

Red, Blue, Yellow and Amber flames color the void.

My soul fills with flames of desire,

My fingers come to life while my mind hides in fear.

My hearts desires exposed for all to see,

My minds fears shared without censure.

Will those who read my words still care?

Will those who share my heart still love?

My fingers care not for love, or companionship

They need to release the words they hold.

My mind screams for them to stop,

They share the fires of hell, and the joy of heaven.

Tears run down my face in fear,

My fingers feel elated and joyous.

Words fill the white space,

My fingers are at peace.

The vastness has been treaded into,

My heart hides in fear.

Hope

2010-01-05T11:14:00.002-05:00

Hope

Into the night she walks with quite abandon,

No sounds does she make on the moss covered path.

The moon caresses her gently with its soft light,

The stars whisper lovingly in her ears.

Silently she follows the path without knowing where it leads,

Trusting in the night to guide her way.

The path twisting past burning embers of fallen heros,

The silent screams of life ended to soon.

A tear unabashedly rolls down her face,

The smell of dead wood fills her lungs.

Who will morn the fallen heros put here to cleanse the earth?

With footsteps that make no sound she continues on,

Moving towards the unknown.

Warm earthy smells change to a sour burning death,

Mountains of green, and gold, and silica burn before her.

Toxic fumes engulf her,

Tormenting her soul into screams.

With heavy feet weighed down with knowledge she moves on,

Her steps crushing the glass beneath her unsheathed feet.

The moon kisses her tears away with promises of hope,

The stars whisper words of hope.

She continues on the moss covered path,

A trail of blood she leaves behind.

She reaches the spot the stars have spoken of,

She feels the tender touch of the moon.

She looks over the cliff at the world below,

She feels abandon, alone and afraid.

The world she loves is gone forever,

No hope of recovery, no hope of life.

A tender hand touches hers,

A child has followed her path.

A child has morned the cries of the trees,

A child has heard the screams of poisoned soul.

With a promise so quite, yet screamed aloud,

There is hope for her earth, hope for life.

With hope renewed,

Her journey has ended.

A New Year's Tale

2010-01-04T12:07:00.002-05:00

A New Year’s Tale

With the cold hand of death removed from her shoulder

She wonders into the unknown abyss

Tangles of regret at her feet

Snarls of disappointment at her side.

With each step she moves closer to the inevitable

The unknown reaching towards her

The putrid smell of fear fills her nose

The sour taste of failure overwhelms her.

Her steps slow with as the icy cold hand reaches for her once again

Her breath catches as the familiar chill fills her lungs

A single tear of despair rolls down her cheek

A twinge of nothingness fills her heart.

With strength unknown to her before she plods forward

Moving her feet with purpose and hope

A newborn cries in the woods

The sound fills her heart with hope.

The tangles and snarls give way to a rocky path

The putrid smells and sour taste become tolerable.

Her heart finds it’s purpose once more and beats loud in her ears

The frigid air warms ever so slightly.

Her feet move her with new purpose

Her fear allows for hope

She is not born anew as the year has been

She is fueled by the hope the new year’s baby brings.

Perhaps this year will be her year

Perhaps this year will bring her peace.