Writing life by a candle never lit,
always penned at midnight created with eyes closed,
mind dips its quill into charcoal well of accusing voices,
stirring the blackness as if it were coffee
until they are silenced through somber efforts in grim consternation
while uttering another rehearsed drone prayer for redemption
by fractured mirror tales version of clarity.
Stretching forth the tapestry of secrecy as tent,
stains hidden by its whitewash facade,
heart tries to sweep away the residue of ash indulgences on the floor
from the fires burnt in lust's fireplace, smoke released only on eves.
But soot collects on the brain, it never is cleansed by hands,
which ever dig in the filth gathered for one more feel of its forbidden tease,
wandering into light, but memory clutches the throat,
image haunts over what fingers did as dance after sunset for other eyes,
becoming a stalker to one's thoughts,
a predator, mercilessly and brutal,
slaying one's peace as a lamb is slaughtered by a wolf,
sleep never becomes a shelter any more than the fibers of hidden plots,
for God's visits dreams with His torch, preventing sin's slumbering serenity.
Author notes
Even the darkness can't hide the acts of our dark activities... Unknown
A contest entry
- the darkness... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended August 27, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh..what a thoughtful creation you brought to reveal the stories of this life in such a hard factual image...well done..
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Whoa!!!!! Bubs this is deep! What a wonderful thought provoking read! You give us much to think on in this one!! Truly amazing!!!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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