Wednesday, December 4, 2013

the dark side of poetry 4: IN WAIT [a dedication to friends]


In wait

 

The lights grow dim; the sky grows dark.

The moon rises and dogs bark.

All the while we lie asleep.

Our minds a drifting minute to week.

 

Nightmares of blood filled snow.

Chilled air rushed through our bones.

 

What lies hold our minds prisoner?

What truths hold us back?

 

Riding till the end of eternity.

We sleep, you and me.

Brothers in life, enemies in death.

You curse with your dying breath.

 

In wait we lie for our judgment.

What goes up must come down.

Reversed in our final hour.

One day we stand against each other.

 

For now, comrades; later, foes.

Who delivers the final blow?

 

Death vies for our outcome.

His bones ache as we lie in wait.

His eyes blind to our lives.

 

His hands burn for our throats.

Lying in wait to sink our boat.

 

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