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Flee the All-Encompassing Darkness

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By K.B. Silver Published about 12 hours ago 2 min read
Flee the All-Encompassing Darkness
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I hover high above the poppies

Shuddering in vengeful wrath

Arsenic tears openly wept from

Sleepless eyes, heavenward cast

No delicate shining drops are shed

I blow a brittle burning Tempest blast

Heed my notice carefully

Lest you be drawn down the same stygian shaft

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From the depths of the infinite secrets of the heart

Ear-splitting harmonies clash and swell

Trembling lamentations violently erupt

A captivating dirge played on a sunken copper bell

Bygone days stir from their grave-bound slumber

To escape their hard-packed earthen cell

Darkness peers into every soul, calculating

Shadows drag open hearts into the abyssal, fear-filled well

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I remain indwelling where the land t'was rent in two

A gash infinitely long and unfathomably deep

Silence overwhelms, shattering boulders

Darkness, swallows trickling creeks

Flee from the ground-shaking quake of

Memory’s clambering retreat

Shield your senses, grief paints eyes and eardrums

With a slickening ichor seep

Slowly out of orifices does it viscously drip

Every cross-contaminating reeking streak

Skims cold paper skin

It paints puffy splotched cheeks

Straddling the picket fence

Of fever dream and surreal reverie

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Never capitulate to the pallid visual sensation or

Despairing waves of psychic screaming

Don’t get lost in the shattered mirror

Coated in residual flecks of grey memory

Pain and past crusted in the cracks and seams

Avert your gaze as white fabric ghosts

Pulse and squirm to the rock leaping beat

Avoid choking under the menacing glow

Emanating from terror’s deceit

Cut and run from every doubt and fear

I, too, take solace in simple defeat

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Heed my warning, fear my doom

As I burn in wretched torment

Hell comes not after life or sin

It’s living trapped in a ball, viewed as a portent

A pedestal of praise below

Noose of truth above, though justice lay long dormant

Without an audience, will any pleading wails echo?

Or will each victim finally be rendered empty, silent

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Instead, turn your face to the filtered light

Run with speed and surety

The past might mindlessly pursue

But must eventually fall into obscurity

Let no obstacle impede

No doubts slow your celerity

Once the past has lost your scent

Bask in the future's serenity

K.B. Silver

Mental Healthperformance poetrysad poetrysurreal poetry

About the Creator

K.B. Silver

K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

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  • L.I.Eabout 11 hours ago

    Wow…excellent writing…painted with strong emotions

  • Margaret Brennanabout 11 hours ago

    sounds like great advice I should try to take. love this.

  • Great Job and I Absolutely love those last 2 lines- ❤️❤️💯

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