Sadly he fades
As will his shadow,
Ever so frayed
By lingering sorrows,
From loosing his way
To what he had left,
Be hours or days
Already too worn,
To assess his stay
Made be life norm,
Of requisite hold
Will cease exist,
As displace unfolds
Once meant to inhabit,
While rulers bent low
And annihilatingly bold,
Leads man into darkness
Of a world going hollow!
Gradually he fades
The while his shadow
Reaches to evade,
A place he’ll inhabit
On the requisite day,
Though seen surreal
He means find a way,
Past the darkness
Of an endless silence!
Where do I find,
Hopeful in time,
That gentle face
Lost to my mind,
Forces me look
In wonted place,
Tho I now dread
Be uncaring gods
Of darkness spent,
Who feed in hell
Their fickle bent,
Want but inflict
Disordered spells
Held pitiless fit,
Would demean fate
Of ones mental state,
Living in a timeless pit!
I’m loth to admit
Taking the bate,
With cavalier pith
A covenant toll,
Grasping too late
Bargained my soul,
To impossible state
Of a life said forever…
For signs of fade
Sees evince of worn,
And moreover frayed
Held so the norm,
As our ultimate fate
Wants we cease exist…
Hence to inhabit
Said allusive place,
Decreed by the way
Of an eternal face,
Assigns man bend
Thus to the darkness,
Of a last day’s end!
Through life
At first uncertain
Of the reason,
You learn endeavour
Not sure of purpose
For its season,
Then search
The darkness
With youthful zeal,
For meaning
‘Twould serve
To understand,
By what design
Life holds a measure
Of raison d’être…
Now you’ve gone
Journey beyond,
Inclined you pause,
If you’re to find
A worthy cause,
With or without
Said raison d’être!
The nether dark
Beneath the light,
Prompts me linger
Thru the night,
As twilight drifts,
To the shadows
Of a weary world,
That now awaits
A glimpse of dawn
To view the morrow…
The while darkness
Wraps itself
About my person,
Be my safe haven
For a night I borrow!
Poetry on a canapé 