Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Bloodblack...a poem


By Eric Melton

Stranded in this place,

always hoping for someone to find me.

I have sat here playing with my thoughts,

I have twisted myself

I have opened my eyes to darkness

and the vision of it will not pass.

As I blink it away,

hoping to see the light of day

I find it only a fleeting illusion.

This place surrounds me,

and I am comforted by it's pain.

I tell her my troubles,

and night-she-mother hears me.

BloodBlack my dear....

BloodBlack is your curse,

and their is no cure.

.....and I scream.

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