Ebony Night
A lifelong lonely settler outside fortress city walls,
Under extremes of lonesome weather, crying all too often and listening.
Sharing the air with birds on the wing, I hear children sing,
Tears blown to vapour in the wind, I feel the venemous sting
Of desperation all too often. I dig deep, deeper into despair.
Spicey aromas glide by me to the stars, I look into the blackness
Of wilderness. No kisses from them as they pass me by as if to imply
My non-existence. Solitary camping under invisible scrutiny.
No harmony, only giant city walls, a forever decreasing destiny.
From baby to this without so much as a kiss, so there is nothing I miss.
There is nothing I can accept, so inept, all too often my heart wept.
Whispered pledges of couples escaping the gates, soft laughter.
A young man cowers, a young man procreates. The former slept
But fitfully. The bastion looms, darker shadows than ebony night.
I feel the vast burden of a hidden city of lives, pressing, depressing,
Squeezing whoever is inside of me, shriveling the very hide of me.
Is my life the winter, my dying the spring, my death the summer?
Don’t tell me I mean anything. Living to the throb of a funereal drummer.
No love beside me, no love below only dirt. And no love above.
And no love in the city behind the wall, life with no love at all.
All too often, silence, no cry, no earth, no senses, no me, no sky.
I hold within my arms, nothing, and embrace it as company,
As something to share my thoughts and to keep me comfortably cold.
Nothing coils tentacles around me – together - in shadow, we grow old.
Life unenduringly increases its horizons, I patiently await the finale.
Shadows fall, growing longer and darker, day or night, somethings not right.
I bow to my fate. I have no love, I have no hate. There is no debate.
Life behind walls goes on day and night. Life outside is only ebony night.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 70.73.239.180 on Aug 10, 2007 3:21 PM
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