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

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

At the Edges

Memories creep on the edges

Along the edges of my mind

In them I fear what I may find

At the edges. At the edges.

Faces peeking in from shadows

Shadows lingering from the past

Bony fingers, with icy grasp

At the edges. At the edges.

Voices howl out from the heavy mist

The mist that clings so hauntingly

Echoes with voices dauntingly

At the edges. At the edges.

Piercingly, their eyes, watching me

Watching me from sunken sockets

Peering out from long dead pockets

At the edges. At the edges.