Dark Angel Of My Nature Poem by Robert Sheridan

From the pavement where my mind walks
Stretches a painful vista of devastation
My life’s loneliness, heartache’s wrecks
I am followed by a shadow of ruins.

There is no sound of inner feelings
Only the stillness of my emotions catacombs
My footsteps toward reality fall dull
Silenced on a deserted sidewalk.

A funeral procession of inner inhibitions
Seem interminable, they stretch for miles
My unheard screams echo against dead walls
I have fallen; I only see a black and blue horizon.

I somehow get to my knees, trying to see the light
Only, in a sadden melancholy way, am re-shuttered
Life’s constant haunting is in constant pursuit
On and on, hour after hour, its task is to cover my retreat.

Day to day, their daunting lines are alternately forming
Fighting, regrouping, making for one continuous battle
My mind asks me, 'Why are you running? '
And I answer, 'I’m running because there’s no where to hide! '

Still running, as-if incapable of fatigue
From this somewhat peculiarly viewed behavior
I, at last, discover that my soul is wasting away
The last bits of my life are finally exhausted.

I am relieved, no more necessity to guard my sanity
What’s left of me moves aimlessly from point A to point A
Nothing is no longer needed for life to render its triumph
No peace will ever be made with this infamous invader.