The Darkside
He sits, thinking about it over and over again.
Torturing himself, why didn’t he stop it?
Reviewing the incident over and over.
If only he had acted sooner he could have stopped it couldn’t he?
No,
nothing could be done; no one can escape from The Darkside
She lies, tossing and turning in her sleep.
She’s had the same dream night after night, reliving the incident, over and over as it haunts her.
If only she had acted sooner, she could have stopped it, couldn’t she?
No,
nothing could be done; no one can escape from The Darkside.
Long after everyone else had gone, they stand looking into the hole,
the organ music still playing in their minds.
If only they had acted sooner, they could have stopped it couldn’t they?
No,
nothing could be done; no one can escape from The Darkside.
I lie, buried underground in my wooden box, thinking of the incident.
Years pass and the world has been destroyed.
I try to figure out what went wrong.
If only we had acted sooner, we could have stopped it couldn’t we?
No, nothing could be done; the world could not escape from The Darkside.
Normally, I do not post stories or poetry from my readers, or from people I don't know. However, in this instance, I'm going to make an exception. Steven sent me an E-Mail stating he liked the stories on Abe's Tomb, and well . . . in addition to me returning the favor, I liked his poem so much, I thought he deserved a little recognition. Steven, of all the poems people have sent me over the years, this is one of the best, otherwise it would not have been posted at all. Keep up the good work. -Carl