Black Lake

Black lake, with shores of shattered bone,
An evil place, so cold like stone,
Where carrion hangs and bodies rot,
Where wounded souls are soon forgot.

Black lake, with waves that rock the boat,
All prayers are lost though said by rote,
Where mists conceal the waiting eyes,
Where calling voices spread their lies.

Black lake, where chilling wind does blow,
With white caps forming, just as snow,
Where ‘neath the water creatures wait,
Where careless hands will hang like bait.

Black lake, the place where I am bound,
No more to step on solid ground,
Where I will lay and rest my head,
Where ever now I’ll hold the dead.

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4 Responses to Black Lake

  1. Jules Lucton says:

    Brilliant poem, Simon. No longer worried when they’re not cheerful! xxx

  2. 1jaded1 says:

    Your mind amazes me, Simon.

    Black lake, with surface smoothe as glass.
    Yet screaming whispers do harrass.
    Where I will silence racing mind.
    Where peace forever I will find.

    I love your poem, Simon.

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