Endarkend

I thought I felt magic

In the air around me

I thought I heard you sing



Was it dark, was it light?

Was it my worries that caused my fright?

Or was it something dark and mean?



On a long road to midnight spells

Something found me

And locked me away in prison cells

of my mind.

Till you found me

And set me, screaming, free.



I don’t know you.  I can't feel you.  And I don't see you,

Though you're standing next to me.



In the garden of nameless dreams

I felt the heartbeat

Of something yet unseen



Close your eyes, does it appear?

Is it the god of all you fear?

Did it feed on all your lies?



The wizard warned you

Not to play with Evil.

But still you had to

Find out what lurked in the cave.



That's where they found you

Scared and crying

Kneeling beside your grave.



I can't help you, though I've tried.  Still for you I journey on.

Though it seems so much for me.



Won't you show…show me the way…to the other side…through this haze.



Can you go to

The limits of the mind

To search for answers?

But just leave me far behind.  (Because)



I traded my gold for passions

Was I playing with fire?

If only for the chance to see



To catch a glimpse

To find a clue

To learn the mystery

That I knew

Would it crucify my soul?



In a dream of

Past encounters

A picture so held, so

Uncertain, like storms in the sky



But through the madness

You stayed beside me

But I, too blind to recognize.



I tried to hold forever.

But till I lost you

I never believed in Hell.



Now I don't care, if the daylight is fading.  Free my soul

Into harmony and peace.



Won't you show…and take me away…to the other side…through this pain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I consider this my surrealistic painting, like Dali or Magritte, but with words.

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stustaub's picture

The picture you paint with words is just as vivid as anything the artists you mentioned could plaster a canvas with. This poem is heart-rending, bitter, wrathful, yet graceful and subtle at the same time. There is a sense of betrayal, though this may just be from the distorted perspective of a wronged heart. We tend to toss the blame around, regardless if the recipient deserved it or not. Sometimes though... they do. Well done Keith.