Originally Posted by
Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
I woke this morn, decided to read poetry at my home poetry site. Read about 20 poems there, made only one comment.
Decided to check out the new contests offers. Saw that my dear friend Rob Carmack had a new contest offer. One that gave a song and a video link to the song. Required the entrant to watch and listen to the song and then write a poem from the thoughts/emotions that video had stirred in the poets heart and soul. I decided to check out the video/song, and did not expect to write to enter but I was just curious.
To my shock the band, the song , the video was truly great. I while viewing the video and listening to the song wrote the new poem shown below-
when finished, edited it to achieve uniformity in the verses and then decided(to my own surprise) to enter the contest.
It is dark, as was the song and music video , as is my current state of being myself.
I hope you may enjoy reading this newly created dark piece, born from a state of being that currently sees only epic grays and feels only sad rays beckoning within dawn's awakening lights. --Tyr
In This Silent Agony, Tears Flow As A Raging Flood
In this silent agony, tears flow as a raging flood
bluish storm enters to poison this aching blood
beg I, no pain, no more pain, send heartaches no more
no light exists, I weep upon dire desperation's floors
I feel the lonely, icy deep cuts made against the grain
lamenting nightmares of this never ending pain,
this dying soul, its dreams now panes of shattered glass
beat I on this wall, as sorrows allows no hope to pass.
In this silent storm, chilling blues- crying spirit invades
life now has no norm, this world cancelled its parade
dawn its beauty now denies, its soul breaks and flays
gone are loving and sweet joy, deeper are life's dark and grays
I reach in the dying of the light, no hand do I find
there is sad emptiness, tortures of every kind,
talking to the heavens, their silence this soul slays
hold I love's empty chalice, as dying soul falls and prays.
In this silent agony tears flow as a raging flood
a bluish storm enters to still this aching blood
no more pain, no more pain, please send heartaches no more
there is no happiness, I weep on desperation's floors.
August 30, 2020,
For- Rob Carmack's : "Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Poetry Contest"
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020