The Gauntlet
February 22nd, 2006ominous
forbidden…
stretching its talons
and wings of hatred across
the land, in this darkest of hours
where angels fear
in the darkness of the soul
we must pass, through
this essence of anguished, torture
the pain
unbearable, forthcoming
lost hope, plunged
into the deep grave of coldness
alive, only to
feel this pain, this sadness
this endless struggle
the mind
seeks to survive
this onslaught of misery
this burden, this gauntlet
that can not be avoided…
shelter
warmth
comfort…
no where in sight
torment, desolate
penetrating the heart
like an icy cold dagger, that
does not release its death grip
on mercy of its victim…
tortured
and broken
the light beyond the hills
is much too far, the warmth
non-existent…
cold and desolate
stricken with isolation
clinging to the hopes
and dreams that seem but
a vague memory from a past lifetime…
isolation…
the darkness that must be overcome…
© 2006 Carlos Rull
February 22nd, 2006 at 8:01 pm
Silence . . .
I cannot offer much except to let you know that I feel your words, and that in the isolation, I am somewhere there too . . . praying for you and for others who are feeling trapped in this darkness.
Zaya
February 22nd, 2006 at 9:21 pm
Zaya: well, thank you for feeling my words… i’m okay, i’ll live… but i guess i have a darkside that needs to be express…
February 23rd, 2006 at 2:56 pm
I’m glad you’re okay Carlos :) It’s just your poem resonated in me and I felt sad by the words. . .but I understand too we all have darkness we need to express . . .thank you for sharing with with us!
Peace and love,
March 11th, 2006 at 7:28 am
[peace and love] Zaya!