Category Archives: Poetry

I call into the darkness

Standing in the dark, a lone candle burning bright

The wick burns low, soon the darkness will surround

I scream into the black, daring it to bare it’s fangs

The beginning or the end, I just don’t give a damn

 

I dare you – come and get me,

I beg you to try

Step into the light that I may see your evil side

Exorcise this emptiness I feel inside of me

 

Feel

Why can’t I feel?

Something has to be real

In this world of burning fires

Devouring all shred of innocence

I am left untouched & ignored

Let them burn

 

This once proud warrior now fallen from grace

Now I stand on the precipice between destiny & fate

That once clear line now irreversibly blurred

The wind howls in the abyss who’ll fight for the lost – who cares

 

I dare you – come and get me

I’m choosing my own fate

I’m destroying my destiny

blowing up the gate

Come hold my soul in your hand

& watch it’s light burn out

 

Feel

Why can’t I feel?

Something has to be real

In this world of burning fires

Devouring all shred of innocense

I am left untouched & ignored

Let them burn

 

Nothing makes a difference in this world of black & grey

Use me, abuse me, beat & bruise me

Hate me, then take me, try now & suffocate me

How gallantly you’ll fight

How miserably you’ll fail

Still I call into the darkness

Come take me now!

~DTB

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Forgotten

This song that once sounded so loudly within,

has turned to quiet in this mounting din,

It whispers so softly now I can’t hear the words,

just the remnants of a firey soul now usurped.

Its throne in tatters in an empty hall,

memories echoing in the walls,

of laughter and gaiety and songs well sung,

one soul marching to the beat of its drum.

But as the battle waged on and the soldiers left home,

the king was left in silence forgotten, alone.

Slowly neglect began to take its toll,

first song, then laughter, then finally all.

This once proud place that was called home,

now lays empty, a deserted throne.

Through battles untold it remained untorn,

yet no longer will it weather loves malevolent storm.

– Cat Thomas, 2014