Point out to me the road away from evergreen Where the forest grows sparse and the sky falls Flowing like rain to fill in the empty spaces...
Author: Mitchel David Ring
You Were Never Lost
You were never lost to the mist of dead time You went there willingly, triumphant in defeat With a voice of thunder crying out over fields of drought...
Broken Things
Gather round this flame with all the rest and listen to talk of broken things in these catacombs of all we never said...
Midnight Things
Wake to a world that raves at its own reflection And listen to the lies it tells Midnight things that almost make sense But fade away with the morning and leave you...
The Lives of Others
Out among the places where rats live with vermin the voiceless masses protest their lack of anything to say by striking out blind against a world that swallowed them...
Down the Hall
There’s noise coming from down the hall And the walls seem like they’re breathing A tired routine has brought me to this place To sit for a while with evil and hear its thoughts...
In the Still Madness
In the still madness of night I came awake And listened to the whispers in the hall Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark...
Across the Dead Valley
It was out across the dead valley Engines grinding against the strain Blue smoke released to trace the movement of the air Leaving behind clues to its own existence
Markings in the Sand
From outside these walls absolution is a memory And exaltation seems a thousand miles away But I’ve seen the faces in the hall of deliverance Longing for all they were promised...
Where I Left My Heart
I left my heart drying in the setting sun Out on the side of the road to you And kept right on walking into the night that lay ahead Humming a song whose words I’d forgotten...
Out in the Storm
The things I saw out there Just before the veil came down to hide my eyes Before I was dragged away to stand trial And hear my crime read out to me...
I Remember You and I
I remember you and I out wondering what ocean that was We opened a bottle, ready to toast death And out poured starlight with no end So we caught it in our glasses and drank...
Little Barred Window
They sewed my mouth shut and left me here With nothing but a view of distant mountains Out of my little barred window And I’m screaming but the thread won’t break...
Where the Air is Haunted
Behind a door closed to keep the night at bay Voices talk of quiet places where the air is haunted Where moments stay forever And the floorboards whisper the secrets of ghosts...
Wanderer of Twilight Worlds
Speak to me in secret tongues, you wanderer of twilight worlds Stolen words you gave to me as treasure maps Drawn in disappearing ink beneath my skin... #poetry #writing #space
