Darkness Descends

Alone now, darkness descends

A man’s arm in the darkness for poem by Larry G. Maguire

Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

Alone now, darkness descends
In me, something tries to make amends
No perception, nothing to feel or see
Demons rise like crowds in the mind of me

Screaming faces I can’t reconcile
Each one from me I cannot hide
Maybe those that once I knew
People I loved and that loved me too

Alone now deeper still and endless night
Unlike before in me, no light, no fight
Powerless Mam, not like when you were here
Dad, Surrounded in the deepest darkest fear

I’ve known things you see, they’re immersed in me
Like anchors, they drown me in the deepest sea
Darker depths and darker still I drift
No reprieve, no rescue ships

Yes my fate it seems, a sliver of what before
Came and went like a knave I ignored
Am I even me as you were before?
Future, past, present, no more

Disappeared am I eternity to this place
Not like I was before darkest embrace
Nothing now not a name, silence
Removed, hardly a trace

Darkness descends
No day
Time can’t chase blackest night away
Cowardice, a just reward I’d say

What’s left of me drifts alone
Destined in silence to atone
For the love I thought once was worth
Darkness, light, heaven, earth

Priest, you know God has long departed
Destroyed, assimilated, descended into darkness
Everlost never again to be
All that perhaps at one time was me.

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