A significantly darker piece than what most of my recent work has been, just in time for the first One Shot Poetry Wednesday. Once you’ve had a look, check out One Shot Poetry, too–a bunch of great poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Restless nightmares break,
From wretched slumber do I wake
To a world of endless night—
Thunderous choirs make me crouch in fright.
High above us wraiths now soar,
Men clasp their ears to deafen their roar.
Over hills and shattered streets,
The bands come marching to woeful beats.
A hundred thousand voices cry,
Then all the singers die.
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” ~Mahatma Gandhi
“If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations; of heartaches and of remorse as his own…how much kinder, how much gentler he would be.” ~William Allen White
Twenty thousand souls abreast
May call me yet the heaven’s blest.
Midst twenty thousand strong
I say that life may yet be wrong,
But to be seen by one amidst the throng
Is yet to know that I belong.
What darkest eyes may set awry,
That single smile may yet supply
In heart and mind my dear ally
But for that sigh, that cruel goodbye.
Give to me that Crown—
Right quick, before I drown.