Welcome, welcome friends and readers.
Yes, you guessed it, this is yet another writing post. This one is titled ‘Sightless Black’. I wrote it late in the evening a few days back and wanted to share it with you all.
The piece doesn’t necessarily focus on horror or specific themes, but I guess that would be the most prevalent, alongside the unknowingness and quite brutal aspect of mortality.
I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Also, feel free to leave any comments!
SIGHTLESS BLACK
The air that rose, that breathed–and crack’d
Through dreary weight at sightless black
Climbed in my veins and screeched with pain
In knowing there was no other track
For a weathered creature like me to map.
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Thirst and shrills warm and ripe
Fill my life in razor marks.
No other way, no other fight.
Day sends my ribcage doused alight
But persist I must, though grey and slight.
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I came toward the barber hill
And look around and up and down
For night-scratched holes to fill.
Viridian ships abound the shore,
Amongst blasted scalps and buoyant gore.
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A trail of red near forged light
I hold in my hand an aimless might
Waving in the weightless air
Pushed towards the ruined lair.
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I trudged hard on.
In the sinking land of phantoms
Now terror-bound and ill
I find myself at a place I once knew
Where rocks and stones and brittle bones align with mine and hum this poem.
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The air that rose, that breathed–and crack’d
Through dreary weight at sightless black.
There you have it!
Once again, thank you for stopping by.
Peace,
Tom.
His Empty Space 