DARK POEM

some dark poetry
here for you

brooding, sinister:
I wrote it with
my left hand

stretching everything,
present company included,
beyond prior limits

this being a time
for bleak material
without parallel
beyond
comparison,
like none other

would have
clinched the deal
if
desperate to leave you
flooded by a deluge
of dark insight

I had been able to expand
everything, stretch
things out
to an
ultimate dead end

leaving you with
a parting comment that
could not
be more
conclusive, ultimate,
horribly definitive

Published by Damian Garside