Between the cold stones

Today I would like to do something as far as my blog is concerned. A prose poem.  It used to be that I could write a poem that captured more then prose but then I found this style of poetry that made the simple complex, and the complex simple so here it goes.


The falling tear splashes against cold stone,
a trickling sadness erupts into madness,
there in the quiet cemetery of the forlorn mind,
does the waking horror start to seep.

Eyes closed,
darkness erupts,
a bottle opens,
the hushed sounds of nature preludes the minor song of death,
reaching through the veil of darkness,
pure light does pierce the tearing heart.

Time stands quiet,
dance in the rain filled chaos,
light push against darkness,
darkness blinds the light,
hope and fear pray for victory,
shall this broken soul survive or live in convoluted convection?