Into Darkness Poem by Carlos M. Rivera Sr.

They say the things that finally break you are the words caught in your throat
As decades of thoughts not uttered, crammed in the pockets of my colorful coat.
Whispering amongst a world that learned only to speak! !
Am I to stay silent now?
Jarring nightmares wake me in the middle of the night,
on shivering knees, questions
with trembling voice to the man up stairs until the morning light.
Days run together, no sign of healing in sight!
Months have passed since that dreadful day...
Remnants of your earthly existence carved into my soul.
It is quite deafening, the quietness at your abode
All your special things
given away, or being put away...that's what I'm told.
Unbearable, angry man child that still cries aloud with his spiritual eyes, not caring, nor wanting to see or hear the thoughts of others until it subsides.
In a corner I sit contemplating once again the Oh! so ever familiar darkness because it seems the earthly lights have been dimmed by your demise, the only thing that are left are echoes of how it used to be when you walked amongst us, of what you shown and taught us...except being alone! ! ! alone! ! !