Destined Purgatory

What icy solitude lies waiting
in the distant reaches of silver-sparked black
to hold my attention, devotion unquestioned
‘till destroyed is the ground I stand upon,
crumbling beneath the weight of un-accomplishment,
still straining desperately towards lost dreams

If dark is the night, and bright the dawn,
what can mortals name the space between,
the shadow planes and wisps of memory,
where dreams lie fallow and forgotten,
where lifeless is the beaten head held high

Here I wait, neither entrapped nor willing,
for either darkness of night or light of day
to end the dank unfeeling of frozen time,
and open gates upon some benighted form of understanding

The demons of my mind non-withstanding,
I reach for a piece of something obscure,
a tantalizing bit of outside reality and stubborn sanity

Even as my star burns past pain and the core of dreams,
I cannot release this beloved nightmare of my own making

I remain in nothingness for reluctance to cross a point of no returning

Author's Note

from a structure standpoint, I tried something new with this piece, whittling down the stanza length to a single point.

Reviews

[Dave Lounsbury]

nice work. I'm not a huge poetry reader but I think I understand what you were going for.