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SabreLi Dec 2016
The first appeared to me in white, and I thought him pure of soul
Little did I know that night his spirit was black as coal
Conjuring many connotations, he seemed of pure intent
But his gift devoured nations as his plague would not relent
He spread like wildfire through the land, yet displaying no remorse
He paved the way for his brothers ******; each arrived in due course

A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired

In red the second of the four needed no introduction
I knew at once that this was War, with havoc and destruction
He plied his trade while the world did bleed, and seeds of hate did sow
And ventured he upon his steed where no other man would go
For once the earth was fertilised from the spill of human veins
All the people he had terrorised succumbed to their own chains

A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired

And scales in hand the third did spring with his mare dark as his heart
But far from justice he did bring; only famine did he start
And so just as midnight claims the sun he brought his starvation
To claim all good that was begun and reap his depravation
And even though his deed was done, spread far by his charcoal horse
All the suffering was far from gone; for horsemen come in fours

A solemn warning that’s never heeded
Will breed nothing but despair
And no amount of promise or pleading
Will change what can’t be repaired

And all too soon before me stood the fourth and final horseman
While there he stood with horse and hood spoke he to me his caution
Pale and pallid his horse and pallor; left a lot to be desired
Now invalid; vigour and valour; no longer are required
The Fates; their cloth length cut as due, they have measured mine alone
And now here He comes; Death right on cue, to claim me as his own

Copyright  ©2016-2017 KF
Is it just me, or does it feel like armageddon or the apocalypse? The world is suffering as we stand by and allow our selfishness to take over. We need to start paying more attention.
Noah Stowe Oct 2016
(Five parts, all are listed here.)
My mind battles my body
Tearing apart the threads of what I live for
An eternal fight that can never be won
Time running out
Nothing seems to save me
Part of me wanting to live
Part of me wanting to die
Neither side winning
Yet neither side losing.
And time is the only constant.
But time is the thing I have the least of
Time is the thing that I’m losing
And no matter what I do,
The war is always raging.
The battle never ending.
And that’s the way my life feels.
A constant battle of good and bad.
A constant battle of the will to live
And the will to die.

I dream of happiness
Yet everything good
Is torn away from me
By depression
Never feeling good enough
But needing something
To hold onto.
The hunger of that thing
Rips into my heart
Gnawing on my soul
Eating everything it can reach.
But nothing satisfies its appetite.
Of the thing it needs most.
So I let it consume me
Sense I can’t control it.
No matter what I do.

Depression leaks into my soul.
It covers every part of me with a black, consuming acid.
It wants to steal me away slowly.
But it isn’t merciful enough to finish the task.
And it isn’t merciful enough to surface to the outside.
Where others can see it.
So it consumes my soul,
My mind,
My body.
And enjoys my suffering.
The darkness fills every corner of my body.
And filters out the light.
Taking my body over so even I can’t control it.
Using myself against me.
Showing me my weaknesses but not my strengths.
And somehow, I’m still here despite the mental disease worse than any physical one.
Because it can’t be cured with any antidote, no matter how strong.
No matter what I do, the darkness seems to win.

My heart has stopped working
It doesn’t care about beating, the darkness has already stopped it from wanting and willing to live.
My brain has stopped thinking
The darkness won’t let it think anything but thoughts of darkness, why think when you can’t.
My face has stopped smiling
Nobody believes it anyways, the darkness can’t be seen, but my laugh has already been terminated.
My soul has stopped living
It has no reason to, not when the darkness has stolen its faith of a new beginning.
My body has stopped sleeping
Why sleep when all your dreams are filled with nightmares, when all your nights are restless to begin with?
My mind has stopped caring
It doesn’t need to, not when the darkness has already shown it that each thing it loved can be lost.
My eyes have stopped crying
Why cry when you have nothing left to care about? When everything you loved has left?
My body has grown limp
Why move when you have no reason to live?
My body is just a machine.
I’ve become a mindless automaton controlled by the dark depression I’ve fallen into.
My fingers have stopped typing
Why type when you’ve nothing to say? When the words run dry, when everything you say is just mindless babbling?
Why live when you can’t?
Why live when you’ve already died to begin with?

The Angel
The darkness has filled me.
I’m close to the end.
One more step and I’m gone.
One more step and it’s over.
But then there is a light.
A light more beautiful than any other.
More vibrant than the sun.
A star is nothing compared to the way the light shone.
And the angel approached me.
It tried to remove the darkness.
It couldn’t.
No matter how it tried.
So instead, it comforted me.
But the angel was whisked away from me.
Right as the darkness was losing its strength.
And so I was forced to watch the angel leave.
My angel. My hope. My love, removed from me.
The thing that gave me light in the darkness was taken away.
The end of my tunnel was closed off.
Each poem has its own writing style to match the Horsemen or the Angel. The Angel represents the hope I was given to escape depression, but it was taken away from me.

— The End —