squanders the day wandering through my thoughts
jumping from one cloud to another with none to sustain me
then falling into the darker crevices where I begin dreaming
that's when I feel them, the demons
my soul shrinks back and I gather my dreams around me
fight the fear they love it when you are afraid
it is better to accept their presence then to run from it
respect is given to a stalwart soul standing its ground
emerging from the destitute I must atone
doing purification rituals
cleansed of what ails me
my spirit rises entering the holiest of holies
my father chastises me for wandering off into the heavy black
with a denial on my tongue he smiles wryly
and taps my soot smudged nose
little wanderer what have I to do with you
creating mischief I see
Father I confess here are my creations born of my chaos
he utters some good ideas here
let me see if I can refine them
see the trouble is you give up too easily
here are your blueprints these are the missing equations
child dear, will you reconsider staying at court
my mind contemplates
Father I prefer exploration
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As we read this we think of our darkness and how it hungers always for more. We constantly watched for the slightest weakness, even inattention is a weakness. But to have it’s icy call within our darkness and acceptance, deeelish
hello dearest Me I think of the parst of space that are empty I find peace there it is a heavy dark… there I can be myself I go wandering…someday when I pass from this dominion I hope to explore other plains of existence thank you so much for you very apt comment ❤️
Hoi hoi Chère C.,
Love the write.
And love the artwork too.
Kind regards, Gus
hello dearest Gus good evening thank you most graciously I love the picture as well I thought it went well with the poem ❤️
This reads more like a short story then a poem. I love it. The darkness and moodiness crawls into my skin. As I read, I love the atmosphere you created with your words and with the image. Marvelous Brenda. xo
good morning dearest Keith I think you’re right I should have listed it as a series it well be part of a bigger story thank you gracioulsy for taking in the mood ❤️
Father, I confess to ink the silence, haunting the moonless nights. Well done, Brenda.
thank you graciously dearest Adagio for a very beautifully poetic comment ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian