Coastpoet

An act of kindness
comes now and then.
It is a light

and an embrace
for a tormented soul.
It is love

not often felt
and peace
not often known.

It is the reality of caring
and the mystery
of the Grand Secret.

©Coastpoet

It is a silent thing
that comes from the silence
of a dark place.
I do not hear it
when it sets upon me
but sense its evil
and know it has arrived.
Sometimes it stays for awhile
and sometimes much longer.

It is known
by more than one name
and none in particular.
It has embraced my life
since I was a child
and is what I fear most
and yet it is part of me.
If it is destroyed
I too shall perish.

©Coastpoet

I looked into the darkness
of an empty room
and saw a vision

of a thousand hungry beasts
breaking apart
and falling to the floor.

I felt a strange sensation
wrap around me
and felt it take

the whisper of my soul
from the place
it had always been

to a freedom
it has never known.
I wondered at my life

as it passed in clouded specks
and thought how what was gone
would never come again.

©Coastpoet