By Rich Grimm    Outlaw5503@aol.com
Date: 21 March 2000

Darker

What part of my darkness frightens you the most?
Do the words I write sound like the musings of a madman?
Dare I reveal my innermost thoughts and dreams to you?
Or should I continue to conceal my desires behind these dark eyes?


Walking in the park late at night- I stand exposed to the chilling wind,
And open my soul to the bitter breeze, just enough to start shivering…
As the songs of the night whisper their soothing music to my ears,
Enticing a surviving remnant of hope to believe again- to dream again.
Sometimes I fancy myself a warrior, sometimes a poet and sometimes no one of consequence,
Merely a wanderer searching for something that defies explanation- some lost connotation.

Would you enjoy a look inside my mind?
What insight do you seek to hope and find?
You may choke on an idea too uncomfortable to swallow,
Or just drown in a swirling sea of blackness…

If my moods though are too dark for your tastes,
Then pray the Lord your soul to keep within the Light.
Lest a worse thing befall you- such as losing your way,
Wandering in the darkness of ignorance of faith.

I do refuse the unfathomable, question the unknowable,
And seek for Truth behind its illusionary walls. 
While trying to divine the reason of why faith is blind...
The desire to inhabit tombs comes whispering strangely to mind.
Not surprisingly, carrion birds of desperation come circling close-by. 
I will give no mercy to my fears…
But continue onward into the night… and await you.