Age Of Darkness Descended Poem by Arnie Hicks

another absurd foster child of misgivings and doubt,
i sit in awe and listen
as the disillusioned angels of mercy cower and weep.
with fatal resistance to life in this world -
this age of darkness long ago descended -
the only reflection of self to which i give credence
is that revealed in broken mirrors.

having properly relinquished whatever temporary
custodianship of my sanity once granted,
sliding down the slender tendrils
of deception and synaptic deprivation,
i live now poised on the edge of madness;
gazing forever into the hypnotic eye of the abyss -
yearning for a brighter tomorrow;
knowing too well that only by the grace of fortune
shall ever this grotesque mockery pass.

so resigned to the perils of this newly awakened existence;
[yet somehow strangely happy within the confines
of my little cage and blind to its trappings]
having satisfactorily completed the summary dispensation
of all rights and privileges lost to original sin;
grief and mourning are given their just due.

adorned now in the light of reason's collapse,
i venture forth into the parasitic abomination
of inexpiable innocence.....
denial remains supreme in the decline and descent
of the sightless sycophant.