Agnes Black: Favorites

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

SabreLi

I felt trapped, I couldn't see
As a fateful darkness surrounded me
It came from nowhere and left no trace
It picked my soul as a resting place

There I felt it deep inside,
Digging my grave before I died
Contrary to its ghoulish nature it slept so peacefully
One could hardly believe this was the Evil all had feared

Meanwhile all around me,
The darkness crept so silently
So easily deceived
By the beast that lay so deep
It passed me by…

But I saw it glisten in my eye
Day by day as time went by
I begged and pleaded for it to go
To no avail, I should have known

It would not listen; there it stayed
Inside me as I decayed
And as my body began to rot, I felt the thing emerge
I tried to fight the Evil One; I tried to fight the urge

Until it was lodged far too deep,
No chance of recovery
I slowly watched my old self go,
Could not retain an empty soul
It passed me by…

Nothing weakened the beast that thrived
Inside me as the old ‘me' died
My shell crumbled piece by piece
Yet my suffering did not decrease

My last defences were not forsaken
Until the last part of me was taken
Forced to surrender I bowed my head
My whole body lay there - dead.

The Evil One contained in me
Now roams loose, completely free
A constant reminder to all around:
In suppressed souls -
Evil is found.

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF

Written when I was younger; I felt like everything was against me and that if things continued in that manner I would cease to be me and my demons would take over.

#death #evil #goodbye #demon #sabreli #theevilwithin

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

Wrinkled Tears

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

Arthur Vaso

Wrinkled Tears

Wrinkles and Tears

I saw him
Alone over there
Ugly and full of wrinkles, I stared

I saw him
Alone over there
His coffee cold, I stared

I saw him
Alone many times over there
Contemplating the emptiness in front of him

I saw him
Sipping his coffee
With such focus and contemplation

I saw him
Alone over there
I asked the old man "Mind if I sit here?"

I heard him
Full of life and memories
With such energy and glee

I heard him
As I learned of life and history
We became friends, his gift to me

I heard him
As he proffered advice, laughter and wise words
I listened to the deeper beauty behind that wrinkled facade

I saw…………………………….I saw
A hidden tear did fall

We often took walks and whiskey shots
He filled my soul with a history I never had
His kindness was gentle his words comedic
I soon learned he was never alone
For he lived in a happiness I could never acquire
I now had to ponder a delicate question

That first day, in the coffee shop
Who was truly alone?

Now I have the answer filled
As I shed tears at this old mans tomb

#life #sadness #beauty #kindness

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

Scar

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

Maya

Scar

I saw the light, but I swear,
It flashed between my eyes.
This tunnel I walk blindly
Being hit a hundred times.

My skin I tear and tear,
To find the light once more
But all I get is nothing,
But blood and flesh and gore.

#depression #sadness

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

Snowflakes fall like suicide jumpers.

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

WickedHope

Snowflakes fall like suicide jumpers.

Snowflakes fall to the earth like suicide jumpers.
And I laugh because if I don't I have to listen to the silence.
Or worse.
And I laugh because I don't want to hear myself crying.

Waiting for icicles to form, and splinter, and crack under their own weight --
These are the games that plague souls;
Wishing away the snow with feet planted in blizzards,
Staring at the moon and trying to bathe in the last dripping morsels of sunlight shining onto the earth.

I lay buried so far beneath laughter and snowflakes that I am too cold to touch.
Touch me and scatter the blisters on my tongue,
For words are only dipped in honey, but it cannot hide the hollows inside.

And here I am, like a snowflake.

#depression #life #pain #death #alone #faith #failure #falling #snowflake #struggling

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

there is meaning here

Dec 2016 Agnes Black

sol

there is meaning here

as they stand
there is paint on the walls
dripping

political statements scrawled
angry and upset
on old buildings
stenciled or not
caught or not
they are there

they wonder what they mean
the font is hard to read but
there is meaning
they can feel it in their chest
in their heart and mind
there is fear here
or there is triumph
regardless, there is meaning

there is meaning in spray cans
climbing over fences just so they can
make a statement
that passengers in cars will see
that trains will carry with their cargo

they carry this meaning
as they walk home
afraid of the flashing lights
because here they have the right
to say what they will fight for

there is no judgement here
so this is where they leave
their meaning on the world.

for the future

— The End —