Dark Prisms Part 1 Poem by Andrew Matthews

Dark Prisms are what I see
when I look beyond my mind.
How can I feel there's any hope
When broken dreams are all I find.

Sometimes I grab aimlessly at the future I cannot see,
Maybe I am trying to be something I can never be.
Beginning to fester in my self pity
But trying to fight the pain within me.

Tracking my thoughts to the corners of my brain.
The past and my memories lost in the rain.
Life will never be the same again.
I'm tired of this pain.

Dark Prisms
Part 2

I see people walk past my window
Isolated in their coats of fur.
And the only communication they show
Is by a shadow that dares to mingle.

I've stood on the rocks, the wind at my back
The waves licking my feet from a high terrain.
My mind blank, my eyes not seeing.
Only my mind telling me, I wish to be a baby again.

Ants over the hills, the birds in the trees.
The screech of tyres, the smell of decay.
An operatic duet, a mindless killing.
The taste of money there for the taking.
Sea breeze in the face, the speed of the rat race.
The smile of a woman, her love of embrace.
Fine song, fine wine, fine cooking, cold turkey.
needles in arms, screaming at nothing.
Oil in rivers, black teeth, bad breath.
A passion for war, black market, prostitution and death.
SLOWDOWN! !
Greatest gift being life? I'd rather have peace.
A hermits existence far far away.
Future generations this is all yours one day.

This poem was inspired by The Dark Side Of the moon.