You'll pry notice this poem is alot darker (hence the name) than the others. It was written at a time in my life when I thought that not much good could come of life. Anyway, here it is.
The Darkness
Dreaming recessed, draining thoughts,
Imagining all that we can not.
Through a thousand wars we've fought,
And still, we're not a thing we sought.
It is upon this unlit day,
When oceans collide and we're to stay,
We'll listen to what our minds may say,
And let our imaginations light the way.
To ponder the world as it could be,
If only our instincts would let us see,
We kill our own, and drink our tea,
And then we're killed, "That tea's for me."
The world would be a better place,
If all our evil would hide it's face.
But we can not demolish with such haste;
For we would vanish without a trace.
To see the nature of the beast,
We see ourselves in west and east,
And observe our own ungodly feast,
But we can not change it in the least.
Copyright 2002 Joseph Basile