AFTER DARK

by kickit22auburn, Washington, USA

Aug 2011 482 Views 8 comments

AFTER DARK

touching your soul
dying hand is slow
drowning desires
in the flooded gates
of hell
darkening day
tourcherous night
feeling the pain
in the suction
of life
howling of the moon
deepens the cry
templets used to
write and amuse
broken glass
darkens the blood
silence falls victim
to a rising sun
alarm bells
wakens the dead
for I will take cover
till the moon rises
again

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Posted: Aug 2011

About this poem:

the insane system of man being slaves to our own demise. tourcherous pain at night comes from a brutal day of being slaves to the mans own created system of life. think life would be far easier if we were living in a different created system like grow your own build your own. whatever happened to that way of life. is that not how it should be is that not how it started out too be long ago.

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Comments (8)

diamondangelarima, Borough of Arima Trinidad and TobagoAug 10, 2011

soulful write

kickit22OPauburn, Washington USAAug 10, 2011

thank you diamondangel.

kickit.

Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 10, 2011

With angel on this friend very soulful indeed

country_lady67clarion, Pennsylvania USAAug 11, 2011

darkening day
tourcherous night
felling the pain
in the suction
of life

I really felt these words...

BilliegirlNotre-dame de la Salette, Quebec CanadaAug 11, 2011

You certainly touched mine

kickit22OPauburn, Washington USAAug 11, 2011

poet#1 thank you my friend glad you liked.

country lady hope it does not last too long dear. life is hard but it really should be painless but unfortunatly it is not. and think i gonna correct my speeling error in felling..lol... sorry.

billiegirl