Signatures
Dark days have nothing to lose
But for their hearts' ageless darkness
The evil signatures of malignant failures
And the definite portents of the gruesome doom.
Dark days have nothing to lose
But for the promise of a trickle of light
At the end of the proverbial tunnel
The eerie stillness in the air, without as much as a breeze.
Dark days have nothing to lose
But for their murderous gory nothingness
The smothered guilt of endless nightmares
And the bottomless interstellar emptiness.
Dark days have nothing to lose
But for their cruellest Styxian poison-fangs
And the vilest talons stained with the blood
Of my innocent heart full of unentangled dreams.
When will we see a glimmer of light in this tunnel of darkness?
When shivers run down the spine, you know that peace of dark poetry is fine
This poem was written when we were at the peak of the unprovoked war by Putin on the people of Ukraine. Not we have the thirst for blood of another country too to deal with… the loss of December is tears and blood
Dark days have nothing to lose....kernel. I sincerely appreciate this prudent poem. Top score!
Dark days with crooked talons and venom-spewing fangs ….
I had posted my rejoinders to the observations of Susan Williams ans David Wood. But, both the comments have vanished. How can we solve this unending issue!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dark days the like of which we dread to see, my friend, yet seem to encircle us even an ocean away---top stars
Very true, Susie. The age we live is dangerously dreadful. I fear, the days are getting darker by the minute… thank you.