Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake. The wisps that you are weaving are clouding my damp eyes, a cold and cloying…
Category: DARK POEMS
DESPAIR
The trail of a solitary tear on a soft, golden cheek. A silently, searching eye and the sweet solace that it seeks. A deep, desperate gaze from a lonely, longing heart. A despondent, crying soul and a hope it had held from the start. A hand, held out, beseeching a face, in final despair. A…
AS FLEET AS A LIFE
To end up alone in a world full of pain, where life has become just a cold dark refrain. To drift along on strange endless tracks on the maps of a mind that is fading to black. A face; a feeling that once felt so real, excitement that should have felt so full…
THE SPOILS OF WAR
And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes. For the one that she seeks, she will never again hold, for he died at his post; he was thirty years old. The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well…
DID YOU EVER?
Did you ever stop to think, that life as we know it was teetering on the brink? That the cold and calculating eyes staring back from the darkness and bile of a thousand tormented years, were just playing games with your emotions; stoking the flames of your innermost fears? And the ticking of…
SHATTERED REFLECTION
The hands of time tick slowly by as dawn breaks in a new day. A nightmare reality of the receding night lies marked, like so many fading stars, in the shattered glass on the floor. Silken shards of sorry souls, their lives now trapped in a dream of what was then, what is…
A WISP OF MEMORY
To slip into the darkness and feel its cold embrace as the chill night caresses the colour from your pallid, tear-stained face. Inhale the icy air as you drift; feel it tenderly beseeching, into the depths of your silent soul, its icy tendrils reaching. Searching for that fragile life held within your tortured…
BATTLE CRIES
The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a fragile, far-away gaze. Where once, a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain on battered beseeching hands. Just sitting, bereft, in the remains of a life; in the dust of desolate…
A LONELY LAMENT
The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart. A chill wind blows a tear across the cooling fires, a rain of lasting love falling softly through life’s…
DREAMS OF A LIFE
As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but then comes a cough and my face is etched with pain, like a stalker in…
A DARK PLACE
The old clock sets the rhythm of a heart in pain. A body racked with with aching frustration, and the realisation that life will never be the same. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th April 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
A COLD EMBRACE
Falling into the dark icy deep, engulfed in the bosom of a cold crushing sleep. Wrapped up so tight within a trembling embrace, a chilling kiss on your startled face. The light from above fades slowly from view as the writhing waters welcome you… to their icy womb; such a desolate tomb. And as colour…
PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS
If Mother Nature could speak… I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes…
OH, MOTHER
Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…
BLINK
I. A family gathering, a party so bright, revellers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see the mans cold vacant gaze. Music and singing, they don’t see their guest as his face…
THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER
“It’s just a way of life!” said the man with the gun. “You win it or you lose it and when all is said and done…” But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a child with no fear. They say that respect is a…
THREE WISE MONKEYS
If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster, from greed, is grown? That because he can’t see, thinks we are all living free…
TO BE LOST
To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of tainted blood, too strong to repulse. The ground beneath your aching feet starts to tremble…
UNITED DEFIANCE
To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been allowed entrance to the heart my soul. Your presence presents me an unwanted gift, one…
WAITING
Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. “My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed; to reap the seeds I’d sown and a place to call my own” Like a…
REFLECTIONS OF A LIFE
Gaze into the mirror; at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time and place? Touch the chill upon the glass and see a tiny ripple, was it real or…
ONE LAST SHOT
The whiskey stains upon the bar tell scores of many sad tales, of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another dejected, washed out soul seeks solace within the shot glass, to wash away the mournful memory of another heart-broken pass. Another wheeler-dealer, another gambling god, another weary player bet…
COLD RAIN
A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…
THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)
And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old. The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…
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