Pitch Black Room
Pitch Black Room
It’s always night-time in the depths
Behind the eyes, a vacant life
Alive, my mind, my dying breath
and lumbar pains just like a knife.
How did I get here I don’t know
The walls prolong this pitch black room
The smell of lilac steady grows,
Perpetual refills find my tomb.
I often wonder what ensued,
how I was diagnosed this way?
How did this fateful cloud imbue
upon my every carefree day?
I scribe in air the words I feel
Utopic pleas of God dipped ink.
I pray alone for this ordeal
To find its end before I blink
An empty tear befits my cheek
My head hung low within despair
My days succumbed to doorway creaks
and night times dodging these nightmares.
No light pervades these parapets,
Where time has failed to haste or slow.
The alphabet is silhouettes,
the words unsure of where to go.
I pray these trammels give away
or loosen just enough to nudge
Next time I will not hesitate
My actions only God will judge
But how I missed my comfy chair,
The clammy smell of ancient phrase
The way I used to breathe the air,
And bask in slanted saffron rays.
How all was taken with my sight,
My mind the next to suffer this
Oh cordial gods, employ your might,
and pull me from this foul abyss.
The crevices within my brain
Have intermingled with the dark
And though I’m blind I feel the grains
of honey lemon flecks and sparks.
Though smitten by my visual purge,
I tend madness in mental reels
In slight contrasts my thoughts emerge,
With new approach I find appeal.
Some days I suffer maddening rage
Some days I find an inner peace
I make the best then turn the page
In hopes He’ll grant me my release.
I serve to him with ears and scent
My sight the devil took away
And sin cares not your innocence
His mead led to that sad melee.
A fist full of a flower vase
Maimed with glass and lilac blooms
A sad mistake affects my days…
How I became this pitch black room.
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I am taken in by this poem because it is very powerful. I can feel the depths of pain resonating from your eloquent words. I have been there, as well.
Tamara thank you do much for your kindness, I am glad you took favor with this.
My gosh! Paul, this is a classic, a masterpiece of word craft. You stir the embers of pain and memories. Great work, dear poet.
Phyllis I am glad you enjoyed this. Much appreciation
Paul, this is simply amazing. I felt I was reading Edgar Allan Poe at his very best. Simply outstanding.
John thank you so much. I am honored by the comparison. Much appreciated.
I agree with both Phyllis and John, a masterpiece indeed. I hung on every word and was totally breathless and drawn in by your exquisite talent. Poetry at its finest sir.
Thank you so much Vincent. I’m glad you enjoyed this.
I really can’t ad any more than what Phillis and John said… masterful…
Thank you do much for stopping by and the kind words, Kurt. Much appreciated.
great one my fellow poet.
Thank you so much Clive
What a powerful and poignantly confronting piece. To be blind, or at least become blind after having sight, would be so difficult and here you have penned beautifully the emotions and feelings of one stricken. Great word play and rhyming my friend. An exemplary work. Excellent Paul.
Thank you so much my friend. I am glad you enjoyed this.