Lost In Darkness
I' ve always considered the night my friend,
I was assuming the start of a new trend
I wait for the approach of the sun going down,
Such a joyous time with quiet stillness all round
Like the sparkle of the first stars in the sky,
Their twinkle always seemed such an ally
Then, unfortunately it came…but with a passion
Consumed and incensed in my darkest imagination,
If only I could lift my heart And give myself to the cause
But, alas I cannot allow myself to succumb to my flaws
Let all the pain inside me subside, I am distressed
I watch, the horror before me, then I become obsessed
Blood dripping, flesh ripping, my soul screaming for clemency.
My arms outstretched reaching for that glorious sky
Praying religiously begging for the answer why?
With tears falling, my words to my God were in vain.
Jim 1966
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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