Gig
04-13-2009, 01:08 AM
The Journey of Night
By Gig Giegerich
From my private collection "Poetry from the darkside of the night"
I've traveled the dark where naught can be heard
No dog nor a cat, nor even a bird
I've been where lonely is more than a word
Where lines of reality become so blurred
I've journeyed the night when darkness holds rule
When death reigns over the careless fool
Where the flames of the fires feel so cool
And the soul'd despair is the devil's tool
An inward adventure into the mind
Loosens and tightens the ropes that bind
Where even the sighted can be so blind
And overlook any love they may find
Where is the profit and what is the gain
What good can there be when there's only pain.
By Gig Giegerich
From my private collection "Poetry from the darkside of the night"
I've traveled the dark where naught can be heard
No dog nor a cat, nor even a bird
I've been where lonely is more than a word
Where lines of reality become so blurred
I've journeyed the night when darkness holds rule
When death reigns over the careless fool
Where the flames of the fires feel so cool
And the soul'd despair is the devil's tool
An inward adventure into the mind
Loosens and tightens the ropes that bind
Where even the sighted can be so blind
And overlook any love they may find
Where is the profit and what is the gain
What good can there be when there's only pain.