Bury Me, Darkness Bury me
I have a fear
Only one.
Not that of death
Not that of sorrow
Neither is it of tomorrow
I have a fear that it will one day be night forever
That it will be the setting of the sun all over
I have a fear that the faces I saw at dinner
Wouldn't be the faces that will show me the way
It was beauty and bliss to love
Heavenly and honest to be loved
I have a fear I was in debt before darkness came
Nobody will close the gates when I am gone
I heard the news May McCoy had a daughter
I had prayed so she could have one for me
But I have Olivia, And she has a smile that heals me
She has a sarcasm that bemuses me
My fingers know the fire of the future
It burns, it burns everything I know of the past
My eyes know the visions of tomorrow
Tomorrow is a mirror reflecting unfinished yesterday
But this darkness came calling
Called out my name and my soul
Called out my pain and suffering
It called out the very beautiful elements of my life
This is my fear
This that which I have seen to be light
Could one day be dark and darkness forever
An irony of my complexion
An agony of my frail, chasm of a heart
What I lost in the fire of my flesh
I thought my ghost will find in the ashes of my Psalms
I have a fear, I do not have a ghost and a Psalm
All I have...all I have, All I ever have…
Was this fear, that loving you is an eternal darkness
One which I will not see the light of day in.
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Comments
Damn that hits hard man can't even lie
Sadly, it does hit harder in reality.
"Tomorrow is a mirror reflecting unfinished yesterday" --- what a line!!! ❤
'This that which I have seen to be light
Could one day be dark and darkness forever
An irony of my complexion."
(as a writer, I always get frustrated by the default associations of "black" and "dark" and "colour" .... So hard to use neutrally without people misapplying connotation. But you have done a great job of dismantling it.
Love can open up chasms so deep that light does elude us. ?
Al, a writer's mind is a complex labyrinth, one which common reasoning wouldn't find a way to understand, but you arrived at the very end of this interwoven path by seeing through the prismatic point of view.
Thank you. ??