by cricketjeff on August 5, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
and far beyond the realms I know,
A memory of ancient flight,
where evil thoughts can live and grow.
A shape that forms from shadows skin
has pulled itself inside each dream
So all I fear can now begin
to poison life’s onrushing stream.
I strive to see my enemy,
so I can hold him from my door;
Beyond the light where I can see
the fangs of hates that I abhor.
The stench of doom and awful death
is fresh around the thoughts I touch,
A choking gloom that takes the breath
has occupied me far too much.
When can I break from dread and fear,
to see the light I know must rise
The choice to make is far from clear,
I know the answer’s in her eyes.
But in this dark I can not find
the way to read the path to tread,
A choking damp enfolds my mind
reminding me I’ll soon be dead.
Before the day releases me,
and gives me back the life I need.
I’ll have to set this demon free
and sacrifice my hopes to greed.
I can’t escape the ghosts inside
or run from what has made my soul.
There is no place that I can hide,
and I, your friend, cannot be whole.
OK it is not how I feel, I just wrote it because I wanted to write dark