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Won't you help support DayPoems? Dark MindBy Brian Okabayashi21st CenturyAll is gray and black, lifeless, pallid: As the darkness gathers and swirls, The flames flicker, flash Into deep recesses, the mind dark, The terror midnight beckons To the land of darkness, The Netherworld of olde! Silence, forever silence, Dark and turbid now are found, Terrifying, drab, aghast: The sword Demicles does dangle Above my head, line thin, Dripping ere the putrid blood, Wretched now those Long ago since beheaded, The blade dismal, dark, and dreary, Dulled, the merciless slicing, Piercing shrieks, the horror, Agony great, crimson splash And carmine spatter, Dismembered corpses lie, The new repose, Gaunt, the anguish in the redden'd pool Forever lie the ripple drool. Prometheus' doom is mine: Fettered the stone, effigy the fury: Overlooks the sea peril, Where brings the forenoon The eagles, joy antithesis: Shredding, ripping, hacking, Sawing, scraping: O the vile shrieks! The fires high so burn, The embers bright with spite, So earth trembles, shakes Unto demon eyes Glowing fierce, Teeth honed fine, Jaws gaping bloody, waiting, Now hewn is Charon's oar! Bound to my arms The mares depravity and despair, Run in directions opposite. The torture chamber of the mind Is greater than the hearts combined, Gruesome apparitions here do wander, Lamenting terrible drudgery: death! Bodies, corpses, all the same Living, dead, dying so. Dangerous the mind when dark, Always deeper into oblivion I wish to sink, But alas, no refuge in ignorance found! The terrors, the depth, the mind, Relentless, tenacious, tenebrous. The seraphs in heaven avert me, The demons under the sea beguile me, Both in consortium, my doom, No escape, skulls pave the path never- ending: Eternal sorrow, The plague, the Black Death, the Fever Yellow, All better far than insanity, The bane of my discontent. DayPoems Poem No. 1710 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2006 by Timothy Keith Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly attempt to assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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