Archive for August, 2019

Creeping night

Crickets as the night creeps in

Slowly the light turns dim

Awaken the creatures of the night

With the eerie glow of the moon light

A blanket of black has swept over

Now the salamanders crawl through the clover

An owl in the distance shouts hoo hoo

While the grounds gets wet with the morning dew

A wolf howls at the rising moon

Which freaks out the calling loon

Shooting stars over head creates the spark

In the magic of the creeping dark.

The world in which we rarely see

Is something elegant and beautiful to me

Most have fear and an uneasy stance

When shadows come alive and start to dance

Mind’s burden; the hidden scars.

Sometimes the worst pain isn’t from cut skin

Sometimes the worst pain is massive burden

The kind that hold all the weight, but has no mass

It can leave you paralyzed like a car crash

It’s drowning even though your lungs have air

But no one notices it, in their blank stare

People don’t notice that sort of doom

They only notice when it’s a physical wound

Your soul can bleed from dawn to dusk

But that wound will always fester and puss

Fixing the torment that haunts your life

Is like open heart surgery with a rusted knife