SWEPT BY THE TIDE (standard:poetry, 1295 words)
Author: Danny Erin	Added: Apr 05 2017	Views/Reads: 2036/1293	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
15 DARK POEMS

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and turning 

to look back 

on the best days. 

It's usually on 

an endless wet Sunday 

when it gores into me 

like a bull 

that she's gone, 

opens me up 

and I'm left 

flattened and bleeding, 

nothing I can do 

except lie here 

and wait 

for the wound 

to heal 

again. 

AMBUSHED AGAIN 

Just when 

you thought 

it was all going 

wonderful 

hey, 

you were actually 

walking around 

with a smile 

on your face 

without warning 

you're tripped 

and fall 

into darkness 

smile 

replaced by 

scream, 

nightmare 

replaces 

dream 

and you realise 

God 

has ambushed you 

once again. 

MY LONELY BED AWAITS 

I woke 

to no company 

except lonely rain, 

passed a 

lonely mornin 

watchin it fall, 

spent a 

lonely afternoon 

walkin along 

lonely rugged coast, 

made my 

lonely dinner 

on my return 

to my 

lonely house, 

drank my 

lonely drinks 

starin into 

my lonely log fire, 

took my 

lonely drugs 

and now 

my lonely bed awaits. 

SOUL DEBT 

Bleak dismal days 

when you 

finally realise 

that your 

beautiful words 

have been blocked 

to the main audience, 

no big time 

for you dude, 

no soaring 

like an eagle 

in unbelievable blue, 

instead 

condemned 

to the endless struggle 

through mire. 

Bleak dismal days 

when you 

finally realise 

that this 

grim life 

is mainly about 

soul debt repayment, 

punishment 

will be inflicted 

by the Creator, 

old scores 

settled by Him, 

even though 

you're never told 

what you did 

in a previous life 

that was 

so terribly wrong. 

DEEP WATER 

Most of the time 

these days 

in my shabby life 

it feels as if 

I'm trapped 

in deep water, 

beneath 

is a terrifying depth 

of cold killing blackness. 

I struggle 

to stay afloat, 

Christ 

I don't want 

to go down there 

to the blackness. 

Just when the last 

of my strength is going 

and I'm starting 

to sink, 

a lifebelt floats by. 

I grab it 

and hang on, 

panting 

and exhausted 

but at least 

I'm not going 

down there 

to the blackness. 

I hang my head 

and get my breath back, 

rest a minute, 

so relieved 

I'm not going 

down there 

to the blackness. 

Encouraged 

I raise my head 

and look round 

and in the distance 

I see 

a shark fin 

heading 

towards me. 

WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE TREE? 

What's your favourite tree!? 

Is it: 

the majestic Scottish Pine? 

the leafy Weeping Willow? 

the wondrous Silver Birch? 

or the children's favourite, 

the magical Horse Chestnut? 

Mine is 

the mighty English Oak! 

Enduring through history 

from small acorn seeds. 

There's a magnificent Oak 

in a nearby forest 

and the Park Ranger told me 

it was 200 years old. 

I've walked to it 

many times 

to admire 

its grandeur. 

Like today 

when I've climbed 

halfway up it 

and stood 

on this sturdy branch. 

One end of the short rope 

is tied securely 

round the branch, 

the other end of the rope 

is tied securely 

round my neck 

and now 

I step off. 

ONE BIG MISTAKE 

I only ever made 

one big mistake 

in my 

entire life – 

breathing in 

for 

the very first time. 

After that 

it was 

all 

downhill. 

SAFE IN THE MASTER'S HANDS 

No man 

no child 

no woman 

no creature 

is safe 

in the Master's hands. 

Not life 

nor love 

nor joy 

nor dreams 

are safe 

in the Master's hands. 

Only death 

and hate 

and bleakness 

and despair 

only these 

are safe 

in the Master's hands. 

ENDURANCE TESTS 

When you reach 

perceptive years, 

you realise 

that life 

is just a series 

of endurance tests 

that's all. 

Some you'll pass 

and come out 

stronger, 

some you'll fail 

and they'll break you 

and you'll 

limp on, 

changed forever. 

But remember this, 

no matter 

how many 

endurance tests 

you fail 

and how many 

endurance tests 

you pass, 

you're guaranteed 

to fail 

the last one 

and you'll 

never know 

when it starts. 

A WASTE OF BREATH 

“The years to come 

seemed waste of breath, 

A waste 

the years behind.” 

Life is just 

a waste of breath, 

a pointless 

pile of crap. 

God's revenge, 

that is, karma, 

is everything – 

it'll humiliate you 

it'll torture you 

it'll break you 

it'll have you living 

in fear 

in pain 

in misery 

because 

it rules you. 

Think you have 

a free will? 

Don't be 

a fucking moron. 

You're allowed 

to achieve 

only what karma 

permits you 

to achieve. 

And it permits 

very few of us 

to achieve 

anything. 

Look at your life, 

you who are 

reading this. 

If you died today 

you'd be forgotten totally 

by the world 

in a couple of months, 

apart from 

your family. 

And what have 

you been 

permitted to achieve? 

Very little probably, 

just like 

most of us. 

Sure there are 

a few 

who are allowed 

success 

but only 

a few. 

For the rest of us 

it's endless days 

of pointless crap 

till He, not you, decides 

that your 

fucking wonderful life 

is over. 

Fingers crossed 

that it's soon. 

As Kurt said, 

“The finest day 

I ever had 

was when tomorrow 

never came.” 

MISERY 

People were created 

for one main purpose – 

to have misery 

inflicted on them. 

If God had wanted 

people to be happy 

he would never 

have subjected them 

to this form of life 

in the first place. 

THREE WORDS 

You could 

sum up life 

in three words – 

a fucking nightmare. 

If yours 

hasn't arrived yet 

don't fool yourself 

don't get smug 

it will. 

Take it from me 

it will arrive 

when you're 

least expecting it. 

Just when 

you think 

everything's going 

oh so wonderful, 

so wonderful 

that you could 

scream with joy, 

your nightmare 

will arrive 

and then 

it'll be 

screams of pain. 

There's one thing 

you can be 

sure of 

in this life – 

sooner or later 

your fucking nightmare 

will arrive. 

OVER THE EDGE 

I am 

over the edge 

of this life, 

clinging on grimly 

with bruised and bleeding 

fingertips. 

Far beneath me 

in seething blackness, 

screams 

muffled groans 

agony. 

I know if I 

slide down there, 

I don't 

come back up. 

Ever. 

I am 

deeply afraid. 

Footsteps approach 

above me 

and halt. 

Then 

dark laughter. 

I glance up 

and see 

a heavy boot 

coming down slowly 

towards 

my aching 

fingertips. 

WOKE UP SCREAMING 

Woke up 

Screaming 

from night terrors 

poured a drink 

lit a smoke 

with shaking hands 

sat there 

smoking and drinking 

then started remembering 

just how bad 

things were for me 

when awake 

started 

screaming again 

from day terrors. 

MOTHER SEA 

You who were always 

so afraid of drowning 

now walk into the sea 

first steps in 

and small waves 

break against 

your legs 

you wade out further 

and the swell 

breaks around 

your thighs 

you don't turn 

to look back 

because you're leaving 

nothing behind 

deeper now 

out where 

the slate grey sea 

meets 

the slate grey sky 

but no fear 

as small waves 

break around 

your face 

then under 

with eyes open 

your first 

deep breath in 

stings 

but there is 

no panic 

more deep breaths 

follow 

but there is 

no fear 

a final breath 

then it's over 

so very quick 

no more pain 

no more emptiness 

no more sorrow 

you who were 

born from the sea 

have now 

returned to it. 


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