The Unfathomable

 Lingering among the amorphous,

like winnowed wuthering husks,

in the essence of a night's silence

I ponder over what life has to offer,

what it may take just as a scoffer,

over mountains and across lakes 

along lengths of long rivers along

what's that, that life may offer, 

perhaps that, it may wish to savour.

At twilight's glance, 

merriment may prevail, 

apricity may kiss the night

good night and may be the sun

may wipe tears shaded along

a journey from dusk to dawn

where sorrow may find it's way

after dark, the sun may rise

the land may switch to a new song

yet not so long, all may be gone

for soon it's set, yet to set

on the other side of the brigde

along the shores of a lake of tears.

One on one with the unfathomable,

once lone, alone in the dark after dark

facing the reality of life's darkest mares,

along with the devil to the hades

I quest for clues to mysteries untold

in the land of the dead and the gone

chasing after the demons in my mind

scared of every piece of silence,

paralyzed by haunts of the unknown.

On the other side of the bridge

tales unfold, tales of sombre hearts

where love may turn into ruins

memories of the irreplaceable

those that might have gone to soon

may become blankets and quilts

thrown over us in the cold

nostalgia and the longs for the old

may become pillows for headrest

cold pains and stiff aches like

pricks of thistle thorns that,

pills and potions may never heal.

november (the black poet)

*tales of grandpa🎭*

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