Horror Author
this is a wonderful day
the Ocean is where i play
on such days as this one is
of course this is where i live
so ev’ry day i am here
to swim to the beach so near
if only my friends could see
how much this land means to me
the beauty of the Coastline
the image i keep as mine
i would hate to see this lost
i would pay whatever cost
to keep my sanctuary
where this Dolphin is merry
The next poem in the series coming Jan 18. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Darkness in the land so cold
where all legends grow so old
tales of beasts that fought at night
as the sun fell out of sight
centuries passed so they say
myths and legends fade away
no memories to recall
they don’t exist after all
the Dragon and the Winged Horse
fairy tales and myths of course
but no light has shown since then
when Justice fought against Sin
a chill haunts this broken land
a place that once was so grand
The next poem in the series coming Jan 12. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
often
in the still of night
one can find a sightless sight
blinded
by all one can see
sight is your worst enemy
tonight
no one hears you scream
trapped in the wake of a dream
inside
your subconscious mind
lies the truth that you will find
helpless
to the pain that comes
you see false love is what numbs
numbing
your mind and your heart
emotions stop taking part
awake
with a hardened chill
loss of love destroyed your will
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 