Velvet Mornings

Here's a little poem I wrote sometime ago. It was written with a dark finish. The 1st paragraph is an encapsulation of the tragedies of individuals who live within the darker shadows of our very troubled world. I used a drunkard parent, to juxtapose the detrimental effects of his actions on a child, which in this sense, is simply a microcosm of the irresponsibilities and/or inactions of parents in raising a child.

The 2nd paragraph, is the feelings embodied by the innocent child. How he willingly gives into darkness, the devil, in hope of a better tomorrow.


Velvet Mornings

Sleepless nights, eyes wide open;

Entranced and intoxicated, high on drugs.

Forsaken between heaven and hell,

insignificant within the infinities of space and time.

The innocent child, the hopeless drunkard,

hurtful silence and repressed memories.

I find comfort in confusion, peace in chaos.

Bury me in your darkened wings,

Shelter me in your nest of forgotten souls.

Shield me from the eyes of the righteousness,

and their imaginary symphony of angels.

Take me away, and awaken me into another velvet morning.

-Mok