Where Depth has no Master
lost in a pit, my eyes weary, the way black
my heart weak, thoughts bleak,
sunk into a disaster, where depth has no master
slick grey stone sides, dives unfold,
echoes rolled, this man folded over,
one stumble to find out, a bottomless mine
or is it just a hole, driven into the chest
part way at best.
12/23/21 – Andy McRae
Tag: Poem
Days Grow Old
Days Grow Old
Dawn caves in cold
Days grow old
condensed sunlit hours
capture my eyes
watch wind and wind
until worn and torn
time unfurled
my mind whirled
unsure of the hour
unable to cower
forever, live moves
yet lost in a forest
it moves
11/30/21 – Andy McRae
My Gaze in Spectral
My Gaze in Spectral
In the darkness it dwells
The visions and spells
Cast upon my gaze
That put my head in this daze
Look there is the spectral past
Shadows laid by the gleaming cast
Sight deceiving, my mind believing
Out in that bleakness, a thieving.
Beyond the layered mast
That I have laid in thus past
I bear down my soul
These images have taken their toll.
11/20/21 – Andy McRae
Meander in the Snow
Meander in the Snow meander down, snow inbound, path unplowed, mind enshroud. gone are the leaves, the sun sets early over the eaves, wind swept in cold air, and in my head the echoing memories blare. crunch of frozen, wet foliage underfoot, snow covers all the trees past the roots, loving the sight of my breath before my eyes, as I am crippled by those miserable cries. dusk settles in over the folly, the world crows, uneasily in its new melancholy, walking in past footsteps through the dimlit, retrace my pitiful mistakes that I did commit. blinded by the night, tripping over snow bites, and there I saw a pale winter wight. come to claim my frozen heart, I had it in my hands, with my organ I did part, and that sprite took me out of the dark, and from there on a journey I did embark. 12/8/21 – Andy McRae
Lost in a Day
Lost in a Day morning to morning night to night the blending of days has become to me a frightful hallucination when there is no way to begin nor end in sight life becomes grim the world around me grows drear a cage of insanity bars around my mind, how can I find a way from this cell, from this hell hell indeed, bound I concede given up, given in, from this world of circles I cannot win lost in a day which, I cannot say 10/29/21 – Andy McRae
Wreckage
Wreckage forgot in the wreckage tossed aside by the waves I dream of shores where I am forgotten I long to be yet I am not 11/25/21 – Andy McRae
Coffee
Coffee death in garb line in wait when i arrived my order already placed she’d retained order of last i drank coffee 11/8/2021 Andy McRae
Since this poem isn’t meant to be hard to understand, i want to explain that the first line refers to me wearing a death metal tee. \m/
flicker
flicker can you see reality not me 11/4/21 – Andy McRae
Sliver of a Poem
Sliver of a Poem
silver the wings of time
flutter in my mind
cross the plains
tell me that the day
is a year away from
yesterday
11/7/21 – Andy McRae
Unable
Unable My heart is lost In places worn Pieces torn By time’s thorns Love comes uneasy To one so unsettled By an alien thought Yet so readily bought Time and time unfold Different ways I hurl Myself into tragedy and pain, neglected into infamy Blood dribbles down my back The words on this book black The victims decidedly fine? Yet mine, the line, oh my mind It is a crack past the edge Is it their images bathed In my self loathed wine Making all seem fine In my mind, when I am not. 12/5/21 – Andy McRae
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