Thoughts Poem by Tricia LucasClarke

Bitter darkness, seeping, creeping closing in,
Dark shadows sneaking, peaking, following
Cold, colder, shiver, darkness gripping like and eagles claw
Piercing skin, screeching louder, pain vibrating for ever more
Broken vision, swirling, circling round and round, deeper darker down.
A slight breathe and another
Come back, this is real, this is here
Why why why do this, is there a hidden pleasure.
Cold crisp infinite sky, where does it end where does it begin
Are these thoughts an endless sin?

(October 2010)