THE DARK POEM

Poetry should not have to be only light, bright, and happy, and about love and nature.  It can be other things, too.  The one and only Edgar Allan Poe incredibly demonstrated this.  So have many other popular poets.  A little darkness and sadness and misery can be well-shown and treated in a poem, and uniquely expressed beyond the capabilities of prose.  So I offer up such a poem here.  It’s not only a dark poem, but its sole purpose is to be dark  And maybe something more than this.

 

THE DARK POEM

 

 Fraught with fear and sadness, caught in this mind-numbing flood
The water is just the right tint of darkness–and blood!
For the morning is long gone and the night is well fed
Upon the synonyms and metaphors of existence,
Human and otherwise, and all who failed resistance…
Where this driving, pitiful river hopelessly led!
 
Choose the path too easy and the purpose without rules
You find yourself drowning in a world governed by fools!
For we hate these truth-filled answers so take lust to bed
Or upon the desert air pretend stark defiance,
As the Morning Star knows for whom you swore allegiance,
As lies bring comfort while vultures circle overhead!
 
We sell our lives for pennies, we sell our souls for gold,
Then comes the Devil’s due we pray death won’t be so cold!
Did you think to sulk in safety and escape the dread?
That God was always near and would forgive each dark day?
And show that the righteous path was the easier way?
All the while you walk graveyards and live to rob the dead?

 

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