Colorless Combatants

Another one i wrote a while back but am not completely satisfied with.  I feel i didn't convey what i wanted well enough but i attempted.

A field of Sapphire

Stretched beyond mortal vision

The Somme dwarfed

Only Armageddon akin.

The sharp purity of the place

A blue so wild and savage

Polished gemstones compare not

Human Touch cannot damage.

The loss of light

Robs the gems of vigorous soul

Darkness engulfs the field

Sapphires turn to Coal

But fear not!

The shadowy void is brief

Light sheds the sinister cloak

The coal causes no more grief

This perfect place

Is Fouled by the stench of War

Brought without reason

Forever thirsting for more.

The armies have no leaders

No captain, no general

Every warrior free

Each to their own call.

The gladiators battle

Using ethereal blades

Cutting and slashing ravenously

Until each flees or fades.

These combatants are brothers

All decked in white

Related by nature

But fiercely they fight

Some warriors will lose themselves

Become locked up inside

Their armor will turn a murky black

The need for another to confide

The black ones will fight

But without soul or courage

Emotion must be freed

Or fear perpetual rage

The fields are engaged

Full of colorless combatants

Brothers and strangers

A legend of Decadence

The Lamp

I will start my blog with this poem I wrote about six months ago after a particular emotional time in my life, The Lamp.


Do you see me?
In the corner
In the dust
The loner.

A simple thing
Only cheap plastic,
Not very notable
Nothing fantastic

When help is needed
I am there,
Always will be
But how many care?

For a minute
You need a hand,
But when finished
In the corner I stand.

The light inside me
Has died
I can no longer help
I abide.

I am the lamp
With a dead light
Do you fix me?
Yeah right.

The Beginning

Welcome,

These are my poems.  I write them sporadically, sometimes with inspiration, others with none.  Some are good and some are bad.  You may find them dark or you may find them optimistic, it is all up to the interpretation of the reader.  I may have my own thoughts about what my poem means to me but that does not make it right.  Poetry has no defined meaning.  Poetry is there for everyone to discover meaning for themselves so please, comment and leave your thoughts about these writings of mine.  I promise they are all relatively short and will take no more than a minute or two to read each.

I will put my poems up as I write them but i am not delegated to a particular schedule.  This is a hobby I do in my free time and I put these out here for you to enjoy.  If you hate them, fine.  It is your opinion.  I am OK with receiving hate comments about these poems because, again, each poem means something different to everyone.

Enjoy, if you will.

-Abyssal Poet