Riding On A Nightmare

 Picture by Katharine Shelby. 2016.
Picture by Katharine Shelby. 2016.

I read in the dark shadows of my home

Raindrops crashing on my window

These novels paint pictures of gilded worlds

Yet the cracks in this urban milieu

They yell me a different story

The nighttime surrounds me like black ceremonial robes

As the city plays chess with my heart

The darkness is in communion with me

As my instincts scream at me in the process

Shall I step in the next access

My poor heart now possess

As I ride on this nightmare

Like a cab ride to hell

Mountain of Stones

 Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons
Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

The sorrow of my heart cries out to the deep

In the darkness, in the shadows, I weep

Hopeless and torn

Broken and worn

I feel my world crumbling around me


Tired is my mind, tired is my soul

Spiraling down into a black hole

Weariness seeps into my bones

Carried around like a mountain of stones


They weigh on my being

All joy fleeing

Emptiness encroaching

Hopelessness approaching


But in all the despair and despondence

There’s a light that breaks the night

Through the clouds of daily worry

There’s a wind blowing new air

Blasting away the thunderhead

Breaking away the smothering smog


The radiance of the sun lights up the valley

It chases away the shadows of anguish

It brings new life to the weariness of my soul

It soothes away the woes of my mind


The sun, my light

The wind, my kite

Blessing my heart

Making me soar


The Son, you are my light

The Lord, you are my wind

Speaking through love of those around

Toppling down the mountain of stones

And lifting up my weary bones


To be filled and merry

Hopeful and airy


The snow shone black under his eyes

They were blood-red gold and hot as ice

He was a creature made for the night

That was alight around him


The day was dark and dismal to him

The world then would not bend to his every whim

He was a creature made to enchant

All vain maidens of beauty


He was a lover with whom none could compare

The eyes of women shone to him everywhere

But all he longed for was the sweetness of death

Where his true love lay to not meet him yet

Dark, Sinister

In the forest darkness creeping
Hating all that is alive, breathing
The thing is hiding somewhere
Can you taste in the cold in the air

All light it eats
A hater of light, all good things
When there in the dark is something
Can you see this place darkening

Destroying everything in its path
A dark, sinister presence
In to this house seeping
Can you feel it creeping