Quickly, Swiftly…

Quickly, swiftly,
The body decomposes before it’s in the ground,
The wounds that once dripped blood now seep with pus.

Deeper, lower,
The ground falls as the grave is dug,
The grass that once flourished green is now but a mound of dirt.

Heaviest, darkest,
The night sky becomes as the corpse is tossed in the ditch,
The heart that once beat proud and strong is now just a stone.

Moved, determined,
The hand the works to refill the ground becomes,
The shovel that once lay dormant is thrown back into use.

Quietly, softly,
I creep from the seed I planted,
The ground that once lay undisturbed shall now bloom with lilies.

Copyright © 2013 by
Atirah Jewel

Catching the Darkness

The darkness,

It rests peacefully,

When it is stirred,

It tries to break free,

I catch it before it gets loose,

But now,

I stare deep into my victims eyes,

Her cold dead eyes,

Pleading me as if they don’t know the deed is already done,

Her icy skin digging into me,

Mortified I am,

I can feel my darkness,

Eating at my soul,

Satisfied with what it has done,

I didn’t catch it in time,

It all happened so fast,

In one burst of anger,

I allowed my darkness to come out,

I can usually catch it in time,

But not this time,

I was too slow,

It broke free of the chains that surround it,

As my punishment,

I stare at the cold lifeless body,

That lies mocking me,

I want to be alone now,

And sit in quietness as my darkness consumes me,

From the inside out,

Devouring my soul,

Why now, why me,

In this season of spring,

There is no sun, no life,

My insides getting munched into nothing,

I was once hypnotized by those eyes,

But with my darkness unleashed,

Those eyes can’t save her now,

No more light for me,

A single tear seemed to slide down her cheek,

Her last tear,

Love me,

That is impossible now,

I now abandon hope,

She is dead,

I now will spend the rest of my life,

Alone,

Catching the darkness before it can play its dirty game,

Ever again,

Those cold eyes,

Still hypnotizing,

Even in death,

I leave her now,

Her body to decay into the ground,

Sorrow made her,

Now she will rest.

Copyright © 2011 by

Atirah Jewel