Darkness – Page 83

often I frequent
my mind’s darker recesses
to search for solace
Or
in the dark corners
of my mind
seeking peace-

Peace is elusive
But a respite from the past
Would suffice for now

a shaft of sunlight
pierces the dirty window
and falls to the floor

The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness

Hatred is easy
Love and compassion require
Effort and hard work.

All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

The springtime wetland
Chorus comes alive at dusk
As the peep frogs sing

Darkness enshrouds me
While subtle forces gently
Send me toward the light

An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips