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there was no sunrise

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2014 by bradford graham west

in another empty bed,  there i was, wrapped up warmly in desolation –

full of empty memories seducing the knocking pain of a tomorrow that’ll never be!,

oh!, in a suffocating blanket, there i lie.

still dancing,  she’s always there,  in my mind,  in the words i write.

the loss of sleep was always made up by the entertaining of ideas of a her and i

but as time came around, i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below.

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my feet planted firmly in each step i take,  one after the other

quietly,  softly,  closer i come where the now becomes the point of no return

the chair i set,  the rope i toss over

the dawns light still darkened in the early morning sky,

stars cascade and sparkles,

everything falls.

everything falls.

set the loop, tie the knots.  there was no sunrise

end table light glows as my head jumped through the loop,  and there i stand.

with a racing heart,  the chair falls from underneath

with a crack of ones neck, there i am – left swinging up in the air

but as time came around,  i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below

*

in another empty bed,  there i was,  wrapped up warmly in desolation –

full of empty memories seducing the knocking pain of a tomorrow that will never be!,

oh!, in a suffocating blanket, there i lie.

still dancing,  she’s always there – in my mind,  in the words i write

the loss of sleep was always made up by the entertaining of ideas of a her and i

but as time came around, i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below.

*

everything falls,

everything falls.

 

c. 2014 bgw

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the shadows do not live here

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

 

all is dark in the attic,

all is dark in the attic!! –

cold and solitude.

there,  i can seek and no one will find.

because the shadows do not live here – anymore!

no one will find whats in the chest,  locked and stowed away.

the blood of anger,  rage  and sadness – dwells and never dries

always,  forever flowing in veins that can not escape!!

alas!  the silence in which you live in,  forever stays in conversation.

the axe tells the story but cannot speak –

its tongue is on the floor;   fear seeps thick in the attic!!

fear so thick

you can feel it whispering itself all over your skin.

the axe is stained and now covered with webs of deceit!!

the wooded clapboard creaks slowly as the nights chilled wind lazily drifts by.

a moon beam squeaks through and peaks through a crack in the wooded chest –

and shone in cold eyes that everlastingly stay awake.

for the distant doomed,  damnable laugh still echos in the halls –

but the shadows do not live here!!

nay!  the shadows do not live here – anymore!!

all is dark in the attic!!

all is dark in the attic!! –

cold and solitude.

there,  i can seek and no one will find me,

the shadows do not live here – anymore!!

 

 

c. 2014 bgw