All are afraid of ghouls
Of dark nights
For they grow piercing claws
That scratches their peace.
Sweats keep bleeding
Down through their temple areas
Breath almost stops
Supplying sufficient oxygen
To their thoughts.
Heart shirks, shrieks,
And sucks them
Of flowing, growing life
Mouth opens
But to drink only the tears.
Yet hands desperately try
To open the windows
Of gagged senses
To let the air fresh come in
When grief engulfs them
In blinding darkness
On the heartless heath of life.
An engaging and lively poetic cavalcade of tropes that evoke the classic black and white 1930’s Hollywood horror movies.
Nights seem darker by the poetic skill
.
Fine brush strokes and striking imagery make this a fascinating work.