The Darkness…

The darkness is ever silent

Ever present

Ready to stalk and sulk

And patiently awaits

To descend

Upon an exhausted soul

To haunt and torment

With a certain vicious pain

And anguish

That relentlessly

Taunts a beautiful spirit

With ungainly

Scopes of depression

Anxiety mercilessly grips

A benevolent heart

While the voices

Refuses to keep quiet…


The darkness

Is ever present

Even in a laughter filled

And sunny days

But no one would

Ever suspect

The enormous



Behind a smiling face

But again

These things

Are never said


A great sense of humour

Is the only escape

From this darkness…


No one

Hears the loud silent cry

Laughter is someone’s cry

Laughter is someone’s

Attempt to heal

Deep wounds

Frightening wounds

That somehow

Refuses to heal…



This darkness is comforting


This darkness is frightening

All familiar

All part of self

There are some things

That this darkness


That makes sense

And sometimes does not make sense

This darkness brings certain loneliness


The darkness is a friend


The darkness is a foe




Not Yet Gone

When the phone rings,
I jump thinking it is you calling,
When Alexander O’neal plays on the radio,
I shudder with warm memories of you,
When the sun is going down,
And the nubile night is inviting herself over,
And the stars are longing to shine,
I am reminded of you,
I think of you,
I long for you,
But I remember that you are gone…

But you are not gone yet,
You are still here with me,
The warm tears of your remembrance,
Rolling down these cheeks is you,
The alluring and mystic scents of the night floating in the air is you,
The sweet and melodious ballads playing in the wind is you,
You are not gone yet,
You are still here,
You are the love in this heart,
You are the grace in this soul,
You will never go away,
You are not yet gone,
I softly whisper to the gentle breeze,
As I quietly place a single stem of a white rose upon your grave…
And think I can feel your warm and soft smile find your welcoming lips…