I wrote this for Roy Durham’s Blog chain for A Poe a tree blog event. This poem can be interpreted in ways such as one seeking to break out from a dystopian world, through the perspective of a reprobate. It is a dark poem like most of my poems where darkness yet is not all about despondency, it is not all about defeat and being diminished. There is certainly an element of “the end” there, but it is characterized by intrigue, by mystery, by a promise of things beyond this world and on the periphery of another.
Narrow strips of red etched,
Murky waters that slap and foam,
Upon that very rock I stand,
Is it the sinking sun that burns me?
Was there a world to which I lost?
Gazing beyond the blood red sea,
Alas! clear all is, all is clear,
It is that which quenches thus my thirst,
Every end is a beginning,
Fading sun! sinking low in the sea!
It is you that I now irk!
Come! Let me drink, drink you,
The night is dark, dark is the night,
Condemned you are! begone! the denizens cry,
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