February 16, 2005
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Fear in the Darkness
My shadow passed me in the park
Drawing voices from the dark
I saw gloomy figures so unreal
Heard screams my very bones could feel
Footsteps echo through my mind
Within nights blackness I’m confined
This fearsome path I chose tonight
Rebukes the prayers I recite
The hounds of hell have found my scent
They bide their time, they are intent
I feel their eyes on every side
And tainted breath with every stride
I fear my fears are watching me
Their lacking substance real to me
They listen in when I’m afraid
These spectral demons of the shade
I know my mind’s what gives them shape
To turn and fight, that’s my escape
No flesh, no bone, no sharpened steel
Yet I can’t face these fears I feel
Comments (10)
Andreas,
This is amazing. I’m so glad you’re back with us.
Stacey
Thank you for your insight on my work. It really is a priveledge to have such positive feedback from a great poet. Keep up the great work on your poetry, and God bless.
hey you! happy valentine’s day to you — mine was nice, i hope yours was as well : D i like the rhythm of this poem as well. hehe …
Fear of the demons is much more fearsom than the demons themselves. But some demons just won’t go away. The best tactic is to learn to ignore them. Much easier said than done, I know.
Great imagery here. Brings to mind H.P. Lovecraft.
Love the rythm of this one.
Oh you should never “go off and feel sorry for yourself”.
Not only are you a fine poet, I can just hear your music! I’m sure it is spectacular. I only wish I could play an instrument. I have a helluva ear, but, not much insight when it comes to chords.
No, not “with child” Hopefully never again. I’ve had two, one boy one girl, I love them with all my heart, but, I am not interested in starting anew.
The “husband son” reference in the poem I suppose had more to do with an ALL or a ONENESS. I used just “husband and son” where I could have added “father” as well, but, something in me said to leave it at the love of husband and the love of son. The son is from the husband. And both are connected to you (the author)
Okay, I don’t want to go into some full discourse here.
keep writing and playing and sharing. I love to visit back and forth.
lisa
Hey you! I was JUST thinking about you when your comment came through. How bizarre is that?
Well, I think I’ve had some sort of “thing” happen to me. I was just posting about it. Then I was about to begin answering comments and I thought, I haven’t heard from scratchinpost in awhile, then your comment came.
So, here I am. Yes, the poem is different. Everything is different now. I struggle to find the words to even explain what I mean.
I’m glad you liked the poem.
~lisa
I love the way this poem is dark…but also fresh
your words alway hold such truths…
for we don’t actually stop and think of fear
when we are living…
I had to come back, yes, for the third time, to tell you how much I loved your last/most recent comment.
Alcoholics Anonymous, I had no idea. I read in your words the wisdom you gained from that philosophy. I wish you only the best. Only good and happy things.
You are quite a soul scratchinpost!
~lisa
yep, he was one of my heroes…in a Kurt Cobain kind of way….brilliantly tragic.