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Dark Poetry

3 Poems.

By Winfield Brothers Published 7 years ago 3 min read
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A Dying Man

I'm destined for the grave for my soul can not be saved from death's tight grip. I began to slip deeper and deeper into madness until they pull me away in my casket. I should have known these blue skies and peaceful nights would not last. How could live knowing my life could end so tragic that this life would never last that everything would soon collide and crash with my present and my past. In those dark pits, my soul will never last my sins will always come to pass. Can God hear my voice cry and sing pleading for mercy for only his hand can help me. I have lied and cheated throughout life never listening to those who preach about Christ. Do they laugh and mock now that I am apart of the devil's flock as my whole body begins to wither and rot.

What is that over there a whisper can you hear is that death whispering in my ear. “I am here for your soul.” He speaks in a terrifying tone I yell “ be gone sprite be gone my life is not yours I must live on you've come too early I am only in my mid-thirties so you must leave and you must hurry.” The dark shadow moved closer and in my nose, I smelled a foul odor and my skin felt colder. My heart rate lowered as my body begins to move onward as the light brightens the rest fades but in that light was no pearly gate but a fiery pit filled with hate. I looked up and said is this my faith to be in the Devil's fiery lake. I screamed and I yelled for God to release me from this hell but not too little or too late I woke in my bedroom thinking I escaped my fate. But in the shadow's death stood and stared he spoke and said: “Next time I will not care."

Wolf Man

A dark night under the pale moon's light something in my body does not feel right. My skin burns and turns I snarl and growl I howl at the moon. This feeling that consumes me deeply can nothing save me from this beast that lives on side of me. To madness, it drives me ever so closely for some reason that rabid dog chose me to carry its disease. This monster inside of me wants to feast on what ever it sees I try to fight it but it always gets free. So will you run will you flee will you hide I don't want to eat an innocent life. as I dwell through the night I only wish someone would end my Horrid life. A silver bullet or a knife will end it just right no more will that moon light hunt my life, and I will no longer linger in the night.

Opens Fields

lay here with me deep beneath the oak trees wear summer birds sing as they prepare for spring. With soft summer winds whispering pass the blades of grass just sit relax and let time pass we live our lives way too fast. Times like these will never last for the young and brash with no time to think about the past. is being a peace is too much of a task with no time to think or sink in your thoughts because this is the land of the lost and living. Who is mankind kidding our world is spinning in the wrong direction as we search for worlds affection. This is god's greatest lesson that time is a blessing.

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