This Poem Is About Night

This poem is about Night—
The blind-side only;
No glitters will I mention,
Not a light-blade
Slicing ‘cross bare-fisted sky
For a glance blow
To brighten sinking impact
Of shadows that I know,
Boldly coming
Grimly staring
Eyes so darkly glow—

Yes—this is about
Bleak, and dank, and festering
Dim within—

A maze of hide,
No path to seek—

No mirror
Healing reflection,
Without gleam to show a face,
No sound
No prompt for other vision,
Crying
A vent-less space—

Where I’m at
No lamp for numbers,
No servant guide to lead—
No candle lit
The thought to see
Long extinguished me,

The dreadful truth not knowing,
All void except for fear,
The greatest terror
Endless less,
Just empty base
Without a place,
No way out to guess—

This Poem Is About Night

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Joined February 2008

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