To A Dark Place

16 Nov

I go to a place where there is no light

A black hole of sorrow and woeful plight.

I dwell on the thoughts that sink to despair

Box with the shadows that aren’t really there.

Lock away black thoughts that spread like a pox

Then wilfully re-open Pandora’s box.

Like the universal cycle of night follows day

I release the beasts then lock them away.

I stare down the demon, but when I drop my gaze

I find myself lingering in a shadowy daze.

Wrestling, forever wrestling with the dark stinky beast

Knowing the more I wrestle the greater it’s feast.

It spreads like split ink

Into every corner I hide to think.

My only weapon in this long tiresome fight

Is to lift to the horizon and let in some light.

Craig Buller (15/03/09)

Craig Buller

Daniel & I in Newcastle