Falling

Falling
Silently
Relentlessly
Unceasingly 
Darkness falls
Cold, hard walls
Made of stone
Aching heart
Left alone
Inside
Falling apart
Crumbling
Tumbling 
Decaying
No words
Worth saying
Just delaying
Parts playing
Lies saying
All decaying
Rotting
Crumbling
Decaying
Wasting away
To dust 
To rust
Crumbling crust
No sarcophagus 
Just the body 
The heart
Rent apart
In the dark
Bones Cracking
Tendons Tearing
Muscles Shredding 
To pieces 
No relief
No respite 
No release
From this pain

Wracked over         

And Over

And Over

And again
In agony
Torturous 
Afflicted
Broken will
No avail 
Relentless Infliction 
Inciting 
Causing 
A brand new
Betrayal 


A blitz poem

(C) Marcel Trepanier 2016

image from http://loocid-blog.tumblr.com/

Abyss

Shadows
Deep

Dark

Darkness

Darkness grows

The deeper one goes

The deeper one goes

The darker it gets

The darker it gets

The colder it becomes

The colder it becomes

Breathing becomes an incredible fight

Nothing is easy

Nothing is warm

No one is there 

No one is here

Alone in this abyss

Lonely in this abyss

In this abyss 

Are shadows

The shadows

The shadows are deep

Deep

Dark

Darkness 

Darkness grows

Never One

To regret the chances not taken or 
to regret the pain of the mistakes made

Which is the harder to endure?

The angst of knowing it would have 

been a mistake, but having given it your all 

at any rate 

Or the pains of having done so and regretting 

the pain of the position into which you have placed 

others

One is never one

One does not exist in a vacuum no 

matter how hard he tries to believe otherwise 

His actions, his words, will always impart angst and 

distress to others

No matter how well intended

Even those he cares most for will be hurt whence 

all has ended

One is never one

One does not exist in a vacuum no matter 

how hard he tries to believe otherwise

It comes to be that, once a destroyer, always a 

destroyer he will be

Acts of kindness and feelings of friendship are 

fast and easily confused

People are misread and seen as to be deceiving 

or to be used

One is never one

One does not exist in a vacuum no matter 

how hard he tries to believe otherwise

In his self imposed darkness he weeps

His own company, alone now, he keeps 

For, in spite of all his best intentions, only pain 

and fear still he reaps

Everything Costs Something

Everything costs something, nothing is free

Even a moment of joy, a single solitary moment

Means coming agony

If you find peace, anger and frustration are coming

Solace and comfort, discord and grief

Contentment, misery

Abundance?

Abundance will soon be followed by an

abysmal dearth of everything good and pleasing

Everything costs something, nothing is free

Those kind words spoken in effigy

Are soon to be your eulogy

An abundance of gifts leads to an abundance of nothing

Nothing has meaning and everything is useless

Plenty darkens in scarcity

In your despair nothing that was good will repair

nothing left in the larder answers the pangs that knock harder

Everything costs something, nothing is free

Rich, fine clothes now rags they become

In come worms, long you are done

After the Storm

What is it that they call the calm after the storm?

Is there a name for it? A thing to call it?

A proper name? A term? A word?

Storms have a multitude of names.

They are given titles like maelstrom,

tempest,

tornado,
twister,

cyclone,

squall.

The silence, that deafening silence.

What is the name of that silence?
What do people call it?

The thunder has left and the lightening gone,

after all the noise,

commotion,

upheaval,

uproar,

turmoil,

tumult;

Once it’s done, when it leaves, when that

quiet comes, I have a description for it.

I dub it depression.

The area is left broken and twisted. Like

the mind and heart, darkened.

Defeated.

Dashed.

Dying.

Riven.

Rent.