I’m afraid of the shadows,
the oily, black darkness
calling me,
Enchanting warm safety,
telling me to come along
like always
every fall
each autumn.
Welcome to the pitch of hell.
So familiar
to sink into the nothingness of everything.
To lull in the dullness,
the monotony of life.
So easy, so easy.
No wonder I’m afraid, I’ve seen this before,
I’ve been here before.
Yes. Just here.
The photograph reached out and caressed me ... I don't yet know quite why. The poem is pure, dark Susu. It touched me too.
ReplyDeleteA gloomy combination, Mick, photo and poem...:)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the pitch of hell...can it be really that bad? I don´t think so.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's not so bad, but it surely is annoying, and it's getting worse wach year.
ReplyDeleteIt is so easy, but it doesn´t have to be. Please, try to fight back.
ReplyDeleteTrying with all my might, Liisa, but at the same time I know, that this is a part of me, and it doesn't feel so bad, because I know that I will survive each autumn and winter -I've done it so many times before.
ReplyDeleteI just have to accept this gloominess to be a part of my life.
Darkness and shadow. The absence of light. Sometime it's alright, SuSu. Where do you think your thoughts come from, yo?
ReplyDeleteMaybe they come from my dark head, dark heart and dark mind....
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that this autumn and winter will be very kind to you! Don't worry!
ReplyDeleteI hope so too, Peter!
ReplyDeleteSadly, the darkness appeals to too many of us. The stronger ones can go to its bottom, then emerge as newborns. Most of us languish if we swim too deep there.
ReplyDeleteHi Kenneth, I like to believe I'm one of the strong ones, been to the bottom and risen from there a few times.
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