by Tamara Brooks
Tears from the angel of darkness,
Swept into the wind,
The painful mist inhabits unsuspecting souls,
The anguish they bring tares the tender flesh,
Jagged slits, turn to gaping holes in the palpitating heart,
The chest can no longer protect it.
Emptiness cascades dark clouds amongst the na´ve, Minds in despair.
Subconsciously the soul plunges, Deep into the black sea of the fear and the unknown.
It is tossed,
Within the fierce currents.
It is shredded,
By jagged sheaths of eternal pain.
Nearing the end,
Light peaks its way into the depths of the sea.
The soul is raised, Slowly threading itself back together.
It reunites with the neglected body.
The ugly secrets of its journey,
Revealed to the weary mind.
The burden of the experience,
The body is left sagging.
It lethargically moves through life.
The earth changes its course. The dark cloud is blown away,
Life is poured into the deepened crevices of the heart, body, and soul.
The tears sent from the angel of darkness,
They drip silently into the night.
The mist is once again swept into the wind.
It seeks another unsuspecting soul.