It’s in the darkness of the shadows where I wish to hide.
Now all my battles have been fought, and all my thoughts have died.
My mind is at the doorway that will take me beyond,
The graves where silent voices are screaming to respond.
The pain that did grieve me now walks closer to hand.
Only my agonising madness is left untroubled to stand.
Escape is but honest fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond.
Except to a silent grave with no means to respond.
The world is so full of suffering for which I have no cure,
The path I once thought clear is nothing but obscure.
I cannot believe in magic, but I need a magic wand,
To give voices to the souls that are praying to respond.
Where once my eyes saw beauty now only ugliness stands.
There was always time aplenty, but feel how it rips through my hands.
My memory flutters like the wings of a dragonfly hovering over a millpond,
And I’m conscious of losing the voices that are asking me to
As the end to my path beckons, I wonder if it could be just one step or more?
I sense the emptiness of life with nothing there to explore,
Except my dreams have left me with one thing to be desired,
You find a silent place in the shadows for when my life has
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