sorrowfilled days and nights keep me from becoming who I am
is what I never will be more than I am in this great void I
reach out to another who is not there to fill my void with
nothing but contempt for life and all its sorrowfilled days
and nights keep me from becoming who I am is what I never will
be more than I am in this great void great void I reach out to
another who is not there not there to fill my void with
nothing with nothing but contempt for life contempt for life
and all its sorrowfilled days and nights keep me from
becoming who I am who I am is what I never will be I never
will be more than I am in this great void in this great void
I reach out to another who is not there who is not there to fill
my void to fill my void with nothing
© Denton '90
There is no light.
Only darkness exists in truth.
Happiness is an illusion.
Family means suffering.
Intensity of sound, but lack of sight.
Burning flesh smells pleasant.
Thick, dark blood flows.
Peace is a fantasy.
War within, my reality.
tired of living the nightmare.
green and purple darkness
lights my way.
seeing all,
but nothing do I see.
day with moon,
night with dead star.
longing for release,
escape,
mercy,
continuing instead.
a simple life
made too complex by living.
Release?
Escape?
Mercy?
there is no god.
© Denton '90
We Believe
We believe what we're told,
told to believe.
Father,
Why did you lie?
We deserved better.
Lying words:
"stupid, incapable, unlovable fool".
This is the picture
you helped us to paint.
We don't want to believe,
believe what we're told,
told to believe.
Scars of purple and red
heal more easily
than those within.
We can't hide anymore.
We're starting to show.
I can see them, too.
It frightens me.
Where do we go from here?
I no longer believe what I've been told,
told to believe.
© Denton '90
Pain, joy, no not joy, confusion, no not confusion, sadness
yes, sadness, a sadness that fills the empty days with depth but no substance,
because substance would mean caring and there is nothing, no one to care for,
only sadness, an all consuming sadness that marks life like a pen on paper,
dots and scribbles, no meaning, no content,
only sadness which doesn't mean anything really,
it just is and can't be helped by all the do-gooders or well-wishers,
it just is and isn't, it isn't what I want,
it just is what I have and no one can take that away from me,
it's exclusively mine, I cherish it and it comforts me
as I sit alone in the empty rooms of my life wondering what I did,
what I will do, why I must do anything at all, it isn't enough just to be,
or so they tell me, but IS I anything, need I be, does it even matter?
Questions but no answers. Isn't that what this thing called life is all about?
No, just sadness, only sadness, an all embracing sadness in my soul.
© Denton '90
Family
Mother, Father, Son, Daughter;
such is the family of me.
It's getting crowded in here,
some of you will have to dissolve.
But I need you all,
please don't leave me.
Keep me sane,
save me from doing it.
Come together as a true family.
Love each other
and strengthen me.
We have a long way to go,
but we can make it.
Stop fighting
and learn to live
together.
© Denton '90
My heart is in my ear, the beating is loud, growing louder.
What does it mean to hear it, feel it pounding next to my brain?
The pain is stronger now, stronger than when it first began.
How do I endure it, day after day, year after year?
The numbness grows as well, marking time in hollow hours.
Will I end up like her, shattered, body broken, alone in an empty mind?
I cannot see tomorrow, the next minute hard enough for me.
Does each day pass or is it all a dream from which we cannot wake?
I fear the end, yet long for it, I wait in warm anticipation.
Will I make it to the end of my days or vanish as if never there?
© Denton '90
The Light
Darkness all around me.
Only one small light
to guide me.
"Stay on the path.
Do not stray
to the left or right.
Look straight ahead.
Keep your eye
on the light.
You'll be fine
if you do as I say.
I won't let you down.
A few more steps;
we'll soon be there.
No need to hurry.
Not much further now.
Take your time.
How do you feel?
Are you tired?
That will all be over soon.
You'll be able to rest.
Here we are!
Aren't you happy
you made it?"
"Thank you for your help.
I couldn't have done it,
without you."
All is bright, white, warm;
I am no longer me, alone
We are us, together.
© Denton '90
Ring around the moon
a pocket full of sky
pennies made with laughter
love is in the eye.
Shuttle to the new world
keep it high and light
trust is there within you
fly beyond the night.
No more need to worry
sorrow left behind
look inside the eggshell
who is there to find?
You, beneath the pain-ting
loving, trusting, kind.
© Denton '90
Morning Window Thinking
A blind woman bleeds
warm whispers
into corduroy air,
moist beneath her feet,
while a bitter peace
floods the sky
with screams
of remembered beauty.
© Denton '00
Yesterday...
a vision of summer,
with its luscious symphony
of a thousand languid moments,
almost opened a stream
of brilliant dreams,
but deep shadows came
to devour them,
so summer changed to winter
and an early death.
© Denton '02
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