Grieved

By Damien Knight

Her heart was a bitter void.

Blackness seeped into the soul

Where could she go?

She had givens so much

Never enough.

She loved, sacrificed

He left anyway

If he had wanted

he still couldn’t stay

It had to be

Her joys slashed

as a car pulled

into their driveway

She shooed the kids back

Tells them to stay

Tears of glass

lost to grief

a letter at last

no relief

he’d never come home

and these little ones

she’d have to love

on her own

 

 

 

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Memory

By Damien Knight
She was my heart

I was her fire

Oceans a part

Close in mind

Passions burn

Dancing torch

I still yearn

For her voice

Alas we seperated

Through the viel

My life dedicated

To her memory

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Reality

By Damien Knight

(Dedicated to a friend who is a friend no more.)

Sometimes we get caught
In our self-made illusions
And believe our nightly visions
To be real, our dreams cannot lie
We believe ourselves to be powerful
To have magic and knowledge
From places unknown
Yet when we awake we must leave It
The delusions, the fantasy behind
For when we wake we are human
Not guardians, dragons, or demons
Nor are we shadow knights or elves
Just human in every way
So hear me my friend, wake up
Wake up from the nightmare
From your shell-shocked state of loss
Realize your humanity, mortality
I no longer believe your story of power
I want my friend back the way he was before
I want my brother back, my best friend
His lies eaten him, his loss consumed him
No longer himself and the dark fantasy
Has consumed him forever it seems

Oxymoron

By Damien Knight

Is wide awake dreaming
Is a crowded room alone
Is darkness light
Is lost never found

The oxymoron
Is this dead life
That I keep
Insisting upon

Black blood drips
Upon her delicate
Pale living flesh
And I slip

Into a realistic fantasy
As the death mixes
With her life
A pleasurable sea

But eventually I awake
And the oxymorons
Are all dried up
With my empty tears

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Oxymoron

By Damien Knight

Is wide awake dreaming
Is a crowded room alone
Is darkness light
Is lost never found

The oxymoron
Is this dead life
That I keep
Insisting upon

Black blood drips
Upon her delicate
Pale living flesh
And I slip

Into a realistic fantasy
As the death mixes
With her life
A pleasurable sea

But eventually I awake
And the oxymorons
Are all dried up
With my empty tears

A Deep Grief

By Damien Knight 

I have a large family and so dont keep in touch with everyone like I’d like. Last week my dad surprised me with a text, my youngest Cousin had just lost his son. Devestating, my Cousin Jake was one of few people who accepted me right away when I came out.  He’s a cool kid and it deeply saddens me to know he and Heather lost their baby. Anyway they need help raising money for funeral expenses. If any one wants to help here is their page. For Cayson thanks.