Walking up to the edge,
I face the abyss,
death screams through my blood,
at mortality’s kiss.
Do I step forward,
or do I step back?
I feel it so close,
on this cold ruthless track.
No one has noticed,
what’s happening within.
The clues are all there,
so pale, cold and thin.
Dancing the waltz,
life partnering death,
my demon will steal,
my last precious breath.
He will feast on my spirit,
and defile my soul,
as we dance the last dance,
with my blood running cold.
© The Last Dance 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lilith (1892) by John Collier in Southport Atkinson Art Gallery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Like the poem, treatment seems different, but why so dark?
Hi Sam –
I think a lot of my writings are dark, I try to mix them up a bit so that they are not overwhelming gloom!!
This subject matter is about my long term battle with an eating disorder 🙂
The clues are all there….so sad indeed
clues in words – but well hidden behind a mask 🙂
Oh wow, this is just soo beautiful, that is excatly the kind of poetry I love.
You don’t need to mix the gloom for my sake.. 😉
I am fighting depression, I understand the battle.. writing helps.
Aw thank you 🙂
It’s good when people recognise your direction.
Writing helps bring it out into the open and give it a good old airing!! 🙂
ow,ow ow..this one is a masterpiece! pale, dark poem, screaming bouts of torments and tragedy… this is just simply awesome!
🙂 Thank you – glad it was powerful enough 🙂