More poems by desacratingdestiny

The darkest thing

Black skys
Warning winds
Bare trees kneel to master winds
Giving their submission
With their dead leaves hanging off their limbs

Dead silence hangs in the air
Yet the wind wispers in my ears
Telling me secerts
That don't exist

All these things are trying to tell me something
This I realize
The way the wind tugs at my cloths
It catches my hair and whips around my face
And the smell of decay lingers in the air

What do I do
Oh where can we go
When this dark thing comes

People running everwhere
Trying to escape it
But they can't
It catches them way to fast
For them to even see it coming

What is this thing of which i speak?
What is it's name?
Where did it come from?
When ever the winds come
And sweep up that black dust
And the trees go desilate
And the smell fills the air
So strong it chokes me

I know what it is
And I can speak its name
I know where it came from
And I can say all this in one word

DEATH

It's a horrible ending
To everyone's story
Yet a wonderful release
From all the suffering in this dark world we live in
When you look at it that way
It's not so dark
Yet not quite light