Every so often I open my word processor, or a draft in my email program, and jot down the never ending (sometimes random) torrent of words that cascade out of my brain. It clears out the clutter. Every so often I run across these files months, sometimes even years, later only to discover what I’ve written is either fitting or profound in some way.
Here is one of those “found files” from August of last year with what appears to be a poem. I found it rather fitting for this gray, rainy day.
There is a cold death in my soul, yearning black embers, seeking immortality, laughing in love, bleeding in light. Carry on the wings of death, embrace me, staring into the folds of a dark abyss, screaming hell fire. Delights in release. There is cold and nothing but stone. Surrender now and suffer no more.