Hello everyone, this is Asclepius, with a couple of wonderful and chilling poems by EMPstrike.
Background music is by Smartsound.
Patience of a Dead Spirit
Nothing to say
Nothing to show
Waiting for nothing, at last it’s arrived.
The ghost of a hope no longer alive
Just the waiting remains with no reason behind.
A bucket, empty, bone dry from evaporation
As it sits, unfilled, for what seems like generations.
And the water is gone.
And gone, that which would fill it
…But damn anyone who dares to renew it.
This bucket must wait to be filled by the tide
That no longer will visit the cavity inside.
The grim ghost of a hope that its contents return.
Not some fresh, new, clean source, but the one that was first.
The Ghost of the dying, or dead Hope that was fueled,
Leaving nothing behind
This deadly numb patience, the husk of a goal
That once dreamed each drop would return to the whole,
Is now simply nothing.
It’s for nothing, I wait.
With nothing to show.
And nothing to say.
Fear not, in the dark
Of things yet unseen,
That cause slight discomfort,
As you mold your dreams
For there are those, who have dedicated themselves
Their very minds, feeding demons of Hell.
Feasting on beacons of perpetual fear
Sparked like fires in the minds of mad seers.
A longing in purpose to know what is shunned
To experience firsthand, that darkness has won
But long has it been that the fallen has seen,
A glimpse of what measure he took while at peace.
“I despise my humanity, I wish to know balance
But how can I do so, without facing the challenge”
Drowned by darkness, stagnated by sin
It’s so hard
where I once was…
Does understanding really come at this price?
Is there ever an end to this fight?
My will, long relinquished, atrophied in fear
No comfort in knowing i may never get out of here.
The clarity I gained, before this dark journey
Is what offers the glimpses to know
It’s what assures there will always be hope
The rope I left, hard to see in the dark
But moments, like this
When I note its distance.