PLUNDERING THE EARTH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Often Wonder

Why It Is Man Has No Shame

SHOULD

I should wake up earlier

Be more organized

Quit wasting time

Write more

Be more creative

Be more focused

Lip Service

Mists linger on the corners of the city where he lived,

Rolling in and round and clinging on,

Legacy of fog where Wilde was wont to drift,

Will I ever know?

Will I ever know if you loved me?
Will you ever say those words to me now?
Will you ever tell me your secret?
I’m trying to figure out how.

The Black Serpent

This is dedicated to all survivors of the black serpent of depression and those now in its terrible grip.

May you find peace, love, light, and freedom.  Know that you aren’t alone, and that you are loved.

 

The Black Serpent

 

The black serpent

Cunning and vicious

Strikes quickly

Or patiently

Pulls me in

An inch at a time.

Fangs pump poison

Self-loathing, fear,

Shame, and doubt.

The Curb

Alone again on this cold, dark, curb
Shivering in the rain
Waiting out the endless night
Engulfed by pain and shame

Soaked shoes make dams in the gutter
The stream, like life, rushes by
Indifferent to my existence
Too busy to care why I cry

Rain pounds my hatless head
A mighty sea on a broken shore
Magnifies my grief to the point
I can barely breathe anymore

The Abyss

I know too well what it’s like
To linger on the jagged edge
Of the deep and dark abyss.
I’ve felt its powerful pull
And heard its siren song.
“Give up! Give in!
You can end your pain and shame.
There’s no need to suffer anymore.”
But even during my darkest days
When hope was a distant memory
I knew even then the abyss would lose.