February 16, 2013
Sometimes you write a poem for the sound of it, for the structure that you create. This is one of those. I uses two structures in one poem. Basically, you could say it's two poems in one dealing with the external world and the internal world. Again, another poem that has set for a while before I did some rewrites.
Shadow Land
Here
within the shadow land
the
withered soul begins to fade
the
blush of life no longer grand
the
moments come, the debt is paid…
I
cannot see beyond that sunken memory
which
huddles in the corner… an abused child
bleeding
from its broken lip. Its blistered hands
stretched
out across the burning flames
to touch
that rotting breath which childhood reeks…
And
here within the shadow land
the
heart sees what the eye betrays
the
feet shall stand upon the sand
and
time can’t keep the grave at bay...
Monsters,
monsters all… buried deep
beneath
a crooked smile, those pretty
white
teeth that lick themselves to death,
her panty
hose a twist around her chubby thighs,
his
uncle drunk, his dead spit smothering her mouth…
But here
within this shadow land
the
mourners dream a heaven’s dream
where
tortured thoughts can well demand
a
profit from the cold that made them scream…
I feel
his sharpened knife, it skates across
my
naked throat, I feel the blood so
warmly
wet, so slowly waterfalling
down my
chest… I cannot gasp or
grasp a
reason why… I will not cry…
And
darkness claims the shadow land
and
sunlit days forever night
where
stars refuse to blink, expand,
where
murdered youth turns out… the light…
rrw
8-5-09 (rewrites o2-15-13)
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