Pointing out
the truth.
Preaching
the future.

It's all for naught.
As words spoken
remain unheard.

Ignored you start showing.
Giving all you have.

But again
all is for naught.
As results
remain unseen.

So you keep toiling
silently hidden
unknown unseen
til the end.

I drink of Darkness
Under the pure skin of night
Where Shadows pool
In my cupped hands.

I drink of Darkness.
I drown in it.
I Revel in its sorrow
It's oily tears.
I sink under its billows.
The Bellows of its lungs.
Which fill with the phlegm
Of the countless dogs
Who drink of it.

I look up at the auburn sky.
For the sake of the devil
Starless.

I drink of Darkness.
Like a pool which is a
Septic morass
Of nightcrawlers.

I drink of Darkness.
Bailing with no raft.
A soul eclipsed

By nothing.

Gentle giant.
I sit in the oasis of your shade.
I peel your bark, and
it is like skin.
Transparent.
I rub your skin between my fingertips and feel calm;
I feel your energy.  
You are a healing tree.
When I sit in your shade,
I feel peace and contentment.
However, your song is one of despair,
and so sometimes,
when I sit beneath your limbs,
I lament.
I hurt and I feel
for all things that have passed.