Since I am new here and still learning the ropes so to speak, I shall leave a bit of my poetry for review and reading pleasure / displeasure depending on if it is your cup of tea. If you like, I shall submit more. Some are bright, some reach into the darkest recesses of the mind where few dare to tred, and few ever return.
The song serenades in silence,
Blocking out the madness of nothingness.
Stepping first into the realm of a nightmare
Owing to the fact that everything goes unheard
Moments of clarity blinded by waves of torture
The grasp of one that holds to nothing
Sharing the great comfort of ice
The warmth of the fire long dead
Reaching out to the uncaring hand
Held by the darkness
Wrapped in oblivion
Waiting for release
No end in sight
Only the pain of desertion
Clinging to the hope of release
Crying dry tears of dust
Where is the place to turn?
Upon what deaf ear to whisper?
Search the horizon for signs of water
The thirst goes unquenched.
Spiraling into the Abyss
Tarry not
Godspeed to the Path
Alone each step in stride
What is the answer to the question unasked?
Permeated air, stale with time
Greying clouds fill the Void
Further entrenchment into the Unseen
Voices of Reason speak in babbling tongues
The Foreigner also the Native kinsmen of singularity
Companion only with the Night
No end in sight.
Drink wine of communion with the Enigma
Touch the face of Oblivion once more
Sweet caress of emptiness
Nothing quantified.
