One by solitary one
Lights go out.
Flames so full of vitality.
So many becoming so few.
The corner stones of my life. Spluttering to obscure darkness
And I know that to that darkness. I will someday go.
Sometimes I see the shadows gathering
Even in my life. Even on a sun filled day.
And I feel scrabbling fingers in my dreams
Always reaching out … feeling for my soul
To snuff out memories and love.
Will I still be loved?
Will my glowing life be known By those that follow?
Or will my darkness be complete.
The black hand of forgetfulness Please give me time.
Some final warmth from that now feeble sun. Please give me hope
Before the lights go out.
And darkness walks in.
Matt Rogers. © 2020
This light within me will never go out
These dreams within me, these hopes
… are eternal
For I have been there. Been in the the place that dreams die.
… where hopes fade, where lights go out
And I faced darkness alone but fought … and won
For in me? Always. The light of a sun.
Constancy and belief are within me, faith too.
In me is life.
Stan M Rogers © 2019
Broken dreams litter my lonely nights.
Monstrous shadows haunt me
Breaking me, softly but surely as I try to sleep
A ghostly happiness wanders, remembered from a recent past, forever lost.
And as wakefulness invades the small hours … I weep.
My head warned my heart of certain pain
My heart ignored it, as always … my heart is my bane
It causes such sweet pain as I wander alone
Feelings lost… or stripped to bare white bone.
My tears are as nothing in this solitary world.
Dark tracks ahead, shrouded by tendrils of ghostly mist
No clues are given, no words of encouragement uttered
I wander aimlessly … I face this alone. Unknowing.
… and my head drops. I care for little right now
I return to my nightmares.
© Stan M Rogers 2018