memories of dark days days of remembering why? the loss of belonging of longing... why?
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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#darkthoughts
My Thoughts and Head Space
Some of you might have noticed I have been silent/absent for a few weeks from posting. I have been processing a lot – 2018 has been a rough year; a love was lost, a few close friends/colleagues passed away (natural causes, in the line of duty and some took their own lives), work has been mentally & emotionally draining in The DRC with very little off time for rest and respite, plus writers block has hit me of late, although the writings that do emerge are filled with far to many dark thoughts & silent screams skirting the shadows of my mind. So I have withdrawn, not processing on social media, but in private, so many emotions & thoughts circle the shadows of my mind, trying to focus on the positive & write happy thoughts, but my writing is still skirting the dark.
I do know that there is light at the end of the tunnel and the progression of healing takes time, and one must just learn to be patient with one’s self, and allow the healing to take place. I want to thank the few close friends who have been there for me … Thanks T, and a few others ….
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Subterranean Lullaby
pitter patter of tiny feet rat-a-tat of bullets ripping sheets orange spears of flickering candles casting opaque shadows on strips of flannel digging deeper, ripping up the dirt slowly covering holes in the shirt the man in the long black coat stands unsteadily at the edge of the moat doing his best not to gloat as the sand, cascades down all around the sacrificial goat as its ripped bleeding throat drains over the distended belly, as it bloats swallowed up consumed by this world in the belly of the beast all curled buried in the grave, six feet under as the veil is rent asunder silver coins glinting on the eyes, all bright weeping silver teardrops, in the watery moonlight
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
Black Mist
rollin’ and a tumblin’ it draws nigh
no warning bell tolls
this boiling tempestuous darkness
a mist of uncertainty
splashed with crimson
wrapping you in its threadbare
torn black shroud
black as the coal driven snow
no protection afforded
from the shards of blackness
…..
releasing, enveloping
or entombing?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Nevermore
lift me up nevermore head on my pillow nevermore empty sky for evermore
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Broken
not knowing dying a slow death emotions bleeding out lying in an ever widening pool at my feet the stains of my life fade into nothingness
© 2018 michael d emmerich
A Question…. ?
A question to comment or ponder on:
How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?
The Visitor
step over the portal into the atrium not the inner chamber just visiting it all seems so familiar but it’s not music’s playing don’t know the playlist coffee’s warm but tastes different just need to lay my head where my hat lies maybe next time
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Cold Chains
cold chains hold me down black holes suck me in medicine for the soul best taken cold and dry iron chains draggin’ me down sliding down a muddy hillside into a strange world in me or in you?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
