Darkness

Never finished, wanted, or known.

The stage…

Darkness...ever surrounding
Falling… never ending
Light………..always far at the end
The end. ……Ever closer

In your mind, you see in front of you…a woman with child, naked, with innocence, not knowing…the hatred, mistrusting, wrong, shame, that lays behind you…on one side the selfishness, greedy, self centeredness of man…other side full of wild stillness, quiet, full of peace known only to them that seek it…boarding all theses dimensions is time, limited time, time not to be wasted, but to be savored, and used to regain strength to resist the continuing fall into hopelessness…

Before time…
Times remembered, words spoken, not forgotten…things done, not remembered …sorry’s, not expected…questions, never asked…feelings, always locked away…will to live, stagnated…fear’s, the pain inflected…revenge, just acceptance…longing’s, dark, quite, warm, soft, sleep, self respect…goal, dose it really matter?…Is the end, quite, and warm?

Now time…
Existing…the mask, always with…feelings, open but thickly protected…words heard, but not taken for value…sorry’s, are hard to except…Questions, where is the truth?…will to live,?…fear’s, to be touched…revenge, is it worth it?…longing’s, free, alone, and sometimes the end…goal, to be me, to give something…In the end, it is quite, warm, inviting, and ..a lie!

The Future…the key is long forgotten…the lock is old, and torn by constant pressure to be released…why???…Must it be released???…Will it dissolve and be gone???…NO…It eats and kills the will to continue…who did this to us…dose it matter…who cares…so many unjustness are done in this world, who cares about ours…I laugh and spit on you with your self pity, and crying ways…a child not worthy, to cherish the sight of the mother with child…you alone have brought this on your self…you alone let them laugh and scorn over you…with gayety and strength over one such as you…we are nonexistent in the magnitude of time and space…but feel, inside, the hopelessness of trying to continue…with the odds of time, without hope…

As we fly in the worm darkness to that place,… you can feel the restance of emptiness against your face as you rush through time,… to when the times started. The thought of opening your eyes … bring a feeling of cold and helplessness known only to those who have experienced the shame, and defecation of the thing that cannot be, … understood.

The darkness is a friend, (if you’ve ever known one), he’ll not leave you….you don’t have to keep the mask, you are alone…you don’t think…you are not…there is no you…just peace and that’s nothing…and the waves of time, like when you put your finger in the water…and watched the rings pass away into nowhere…

It will be good to go to that place ..the darkness ..and leave this chaotic mess and hatred behind. How do I find the way??? Is there a trail that leads me to it….When I search I only find busy roads with masses of people, pushing and shoving to be better than the next…must it be so??? Can’t we all find what we need in life…. and not what we want??? The darkness is in the nonexistent, In the place where nothing is… Purgatory??? No I think not,… Hell?? It’s the same as Purgatory. Heaven, That’s a place where people wish and hope there is. But they really don’t believe in. They are just afraid of the unknown. Honesty to themselves is a though that they cannot except.

WD