Tag: dark

Last Night

It is not what is happening that scares me,
It is that it already once drove me mad.
 
It was one thing to feel her cold talons
Death’s grip wrapped tightly round my throat.
The darkness that choked me
That night I died,
I keep visiting it,
In my head
Again,
And again.
It has no end.
 
To have fought that battle,
Escaping with nothing but a scar.
To survive through it all
Only to see the clouds
The sky blacking out.
 
It is not the madness that fears me
It is the thought of what may come last.
 
                    - Andy McRae

I wish I could remember when I wrote this. Or what event of my life it is about.

Absence of a Tree

Once it was there, now it is no more
Monument of white, a tower of blight
A pale tree gone, dead from the bore’.

Gone are views of the emerald skies
‘Would turn yellow when the wind’d bellow
Coming with the summer’s demise.

Now there is not where the pale tree stood
But a shade of a spot where wood chips rot
And a blight on the eye, once the beechwood.
 
--Andy McRae--        --5/3/20--

Screaming Paradigm

They are in my head
Screaming at me that I should be dead.
Tearing me, ripping me apart
These monsters who wanted me from the start.
 
The echoes ringing, so far unreturned
Leave me deaf, and rather concerned.
Dancing flames lick before my eyes
But grabbing them would be unwise.
 
Screaming, Shouting, Roaring in my brain
The sounds of battle that are under the strain
Of this madness around us all the time
The sickness that dwells deep within the paradigm.
 
--Andy McRae--           --5/1/20--