Out of the Darkness
O spurious clouds on high
do not attempt to deceive me
by blocking out the sun’s light as I
seek a path out of the darkness.
The barriers are many and my
will is weakened by the
shallowness of a world
that has lost its way.
The depths of my despair
are like a cavernous abyss
that would devour me
should I remain in this place.
To journey to the light
is my only hope of salvation
least I perish in this land that
has gone mad before my eyes.
The beauty that would be
is shrouded in a glaucous mist
of inhumanity and uncaring
that thickens by the hour.
Must I dwell in this satanic realm
and act as witness to horrific
acts by those that call themselves
humans while acting as beasts?
It would seem that the reptilian part
of man’s brain remains dominant
as he murders and rapes simply
for his own personal edification.
Has the munificentcy of mankind
vanished entirely as struggles for supremacy
in every aspect of life cannibalize
the minds of once reasonable men?
As natant birds that hunker in their
nests to escape the storm
I feel that I have been cast adrift in a
sea of madness from which there is no escape.
The light grows dimmer as I wrap the watery blanket
around me and disappear beneath its surface with the
hope that it will provide my passage back to the light.
And the once ominous clouds disappear from view.
©Copyright Charlie Gragg Oct. 29, 2009
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