Category : Poems

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Dark shade dream 


Nocturnal they are 
But, blinded I am to them 
The governors of the blackness
Awaiting they are 
To devour the glimmer of what 
Left of my tainted soul 


Panting i am as the grim reapers 
And the leaches of death 
Slow attaches to my flesh 
Eating away what left my consciousness 

Submitting to them seems 
Clear as dark pressure 
Covers every cubic inch of my 
Existence 

The die cast
The seal of death 
The dark powers of the deck of 
Death card trumped

Death dealer 
Takes slowly what is owed 
Lost I am in the dark desert 
Trying to find a way to 
Light which is 
my paradise 

I streatch to the glimmer of 
Light 
Which is life 
Which is hope 
Needing to find 
My way back 

To grace 
Needing to find my way back home 


Romaine Davy