Plant my sorrows ‘neath soils deep
I will not pray, nor shall I weep
bitter secrets, mine to keep
bitter harvest, mine to reap
I dreamt of the rapture, dreamt of the pain
I dreamt of the fire, of the iron chains
This tortured heart beats cold and quivering
This tortured soul, fatigued and shivering.
Into the waters my steps descend
For this is the beginning of the final end
Let the rivers wash my tired bones
Let the currents carry my body home
2 thoughts on “DEPARTURE by D.L.McHale”
Powerful words eloquently expressed. The darkness speaks to a part of me that lurked somewhere beneath the surface.
Here is dichotomy: tortured sorrows giving birth to coldly beautiful words