Midnight

Midnight
In a world so alone
Thoughts
Only thoughts
Repeating in the head
Of a light that to the heart
Having once for the heart shone

It is one AM
All to be heard is the clock
Ticking
Only ticking
Like a drum ringing
Echoing on the wall
A woodpeckers pounding knock

Two AM
And there is no sound
Silence
Only silence
Except those voices
Voice that will not die
Silence without quiet to be found

On to three AM
Laboring just to breath
Gasping
Only gasping
Not even knowing why
Is there really a reason
In this world of living death

Four AM
Closing eyes brings but torment
Nightmares
Only nightmares
Of hopes that pass by
Of faiths that only die
And continue the ever deeper decent

Now passes five AM
The waited sleep still stays away
Silence
Only silence
Disturbed by the hearth
As it thunders in the dark
Nocturnal demons all you can obey

Six AM
World becomes live once more
Once more
Always once more
Enter that world an outcast
World that tossed you aside
If it ever lets you in to begin with
Until once more that silence
Of midnight
Starts into your mind bore


G - June 2009

Silence Grips The Soul

Silence grips the souls
Clutch of the raptor
Talons ripping apart
Hearts isolated, lost
Indifference of existence
Nameless victims all
Forgot in the battle
Discarded carrion
Left by the shore
As eternity rolls by

Breath rasps in protest
Fighting even the dream
Nourishment denied of
Body and deep soul
Demon forces attack
Exposing bare thoughts
To the decimation of rot
Decaying and left
For the worms to feed
On raw dreams of life

Voided beliefs
The fallacy of truth
The strength of faith
Cuts by wounds
Inflicted to self
Lances piece deep
Bones picked bare
Flesh stripped off
By cutting winds
Eroding cares
Of naught

Love destroys all
Leaves nothing behind
Only trails of pain
Mouse that kills
The mighty beast
Simply with fear
Thorn in the side
Festers into life
Tiniest enemies unseen
Brings down all
Mighty armies fail
None are left whole

Thoughts beaten down
Strength fails once more
Beast is at the gate
And still the plea
Of helpless for a turn
To feed at the trough
Of happiness true
Something good
Something once pure
But finding only
Once more a knife
And instruction to
Remind of its use
To cut out our being
Leave us again
In lonely isolation as
Silence grips the soul.