Write the Darkness


Often thought I should try
To write the darkness,
But the words run dry. 
They nudge at me once in a while
As the muse takes cover behind
My heart
While the daggers fly by.

Safest place to be these days,
For nothing could penetrate 
Cold hard rock
So long in the making.
Some good lines go missing
For it’s hard to write
While one is drowning,
And when the flood stops
The slate’s washed clean,
Each word tossed to the wind.

Lock the door,
Throw away the key,
Don’t resurrect them from the dead
Because then it’s too hard 
to forget.


december 2005
Janet Reid