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

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

The Pit

It is so very dark

The pit goes so very deep

Down where the light can not find

Stones are black and indistinct

The stairs are deadly and there you slip

The shadows have an icy grip

There is only one life down in the pit

The only sound to hear are echos

Down where the light can not find

There is no hope here

The walls are pressing in, crushing

The shadows have an icy grip

Aching bones and mind

No peace will you find

Down where the light can not reach

This pit I can not escape

This pit is in my mind

The shadows have an icy grip

Down where the light can not find

Shipwreck

The darkening skies

Bringing cold, wet winds

Against which, fire does but naught

Laid bare and open

To all the tempest

Barren rock with dangers fraught

Keels, ribs, and spar

We see from afar

The dark horizon

Heralds a dark dawn

Against which fire does naught

Laid bare as a chest

To all the tempest

Upon each rock doom is fraught

Seen through hardened eyes

Here, destruction lies

For all a watery grave

Like a toy is tossed

This, too, shall be lost

Not a soul here shall be saved

© Marcel Trepanier 2014

picture found at

isleofwightwalks.blogspot.com

Engraving of the Wreck of the Clarendon

sailing ship against rocks at Blackgang

Always Silent

In death its cold embrace remains

Dark and shadowed like an old bloodstain

The grave awaits, her to contain

Always silent. 

Always Silent

Figures weeping in icy rain

Weeping over their loss and pain

Flower petals are overlain

Always silent. 

Always silent.

Veiled in gossamer and lace

To its cold embrace

No smile, no tears on her face

Always silent. 

Always silent.

Forever taken from my grace

Entombed within this cold, dark place

Forever locked in death's embrace

Always silent. 

Always silent.

Florettes

A Florette is a two line poem with an end rhyme and an internal rhyme. Each poem is line is six syllables. Here is a selection of my own addition to this style of poetry.

Thunder in the distance
Crumbling all resistance

Shoulders cold and sagging
Weapons and hearts dragging

Subterfuge and guile
Stabbing with a smile

Stalking me while walking
Threatens without talking


(C) Marc Trepanier 2014

You Can Be Alone

you know, you can be alone
in the middle of a room full of people
you can be far away from everyone
when surrounded by your family

that is a sad thing
the realization of which sends
you further down
makes you sadder and more withdrawn

you can be at a party with all your friends
and your closest family
and be miles away
isolated, alone and lonely

your hurt and hurting
your wounds are old and fresh
you ache from it all
and can get away from none of it

you can't seem to enjoy anything
ot any of the people around you
you are too far away from eceryone
even when amongst your family

The World I see It Is Me

Looking out the windows as if they were eyes
in a time weathered face

The sky is as gray as slate
and cold as stone

The trees are molting their leaves
wind blown piles of dead dying

This is one time of the year that
the outside reflects what is inside

How memories and emotions fall forming
wind blown piles of dead and dying

The sun slowly sinking brings a deeper
darkness to the sky

As the sun closes its eyes
to me

Like outside the is less life to see
and within it grows colder and darker

The cycles of the sun and the seasons
we know all too well

The cycle of the sun and seasons within me
are yet to be discerned

Until such time unto the cold and dark
I am interred

What Have You Done?

what have you done?
a dark black shadowy cloud of betrayal
as the pain of reality makes us writhe.
once we drank of wonder,
wide-eyed and glad-hearted,
but your lies and deception soured
our sweet nectar.
a sickening morass of bitterness -
drops of blood follow rain, follow death,
love left to die.
in a torrent of your self-righteousness,
i hate you.

The Rage Comes

most days i feel nothing
just emptiness
a void, the origin of which is deep within
a treacherous journey through the haunting images
of people dying, blood spewing from holes or deep lacerationsa void which expands to just below my skin

most days i feel nothing
yet, of late there is so much more
so much lurid rage emanates from this void
it pushes and presses against my skin
it tears at the inside of my flesh with ragged claws

this wild rage that presses, tears, and burns
also pulls at the edges my psyche
it gnaws at the last vestiges of my heart
as hyenas bite at an animal's lifeless hide

the rage comes, filling my being
with hatred hot and seething
yet it remains locked within
held back by heavy doors of thick timbers

this is such that dwells within
tainting that which is seen without

When All You Want to do is Give Up

You know those times when you just can't do any more?
When nothing seems good enough?
Those times when all you want to do is give up?

Everyone has those days.
Issues and tasks have piled up
You just can't do any more

Nothing is done right enough or well enough
Not a single item reaches satisfaction
Those times when all you want to do is give up.

For all of us those days come and go
For most, that is, that day passes away
What do you do when you live there, when you can't do any more?

No plan has come to fruition as envisioned
The deeply rooted senses are left unsatisfied
You know, those times when you just can't do any more
Yes, those endless days when all you want to do is give up