The Keepers Athenaeum

as i stand on these cliffs
gazing into the abyss,
barely able to make out
the comfortable mess below,
i try to re-trace my steps.
i think to myself
why?

as i look to the horizon
trying to find
a ray of hope,
i find only violence,
the sky churning in its beautifull blackness…
behind it
trapped
the calm warm day
fighting to break free.

the abyss beckons
it calls for me
“you need to rest”
“sleep”.
so comfortable it seems…
so dark it feels.

my back burns
as i hear the screams
the screams of my doom
taunting and teasing.
ive been looking at things all wrong
the sun was behind me
too long have i stood gazing.
forgetfull and tired

dark hands grab at me as i turn to face a new day
a day devoid of darkness
but darkness follows
forever wispering its sweet words
coaxing with a hand on my shoulder
and a potion in my ear.
darkness i leave behind
it will follow me forever
i cant look back.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 at 4:09 pm and is filed under Jarody's Poems.