You ask me what I am thinking about

You ask me what I am thinking about

You ask me what I am thinking about 

at this very moment in time, well it is 

that for once in a very long time "could 

for just a few seconds maybe even 

minutes put on a little smile across my 

tired face for at least just a little while 

before the dark and deformed shadows 

are cast again by a dying and pathetic 

soul that has been missing for what 

now seems like forever and is most likely 

now presumably dead from a heart that 

had been broken by the deaths of countless 

innocent men that it has seduced with 

the empty promises of truthful, long 

lasting never ending sobriety then as 

always sleeps on the floor with the sounds 

of many agonizing painful screams

from those who have only tried to get 

away from a life of painful misery and 

narcissistic traits that no longer beats 

for anyone or anything but now as it has 

gone cold shivering as it pumps out the 

icy cold blood of years of abuse and 

misuse while giving out lies of every 

kind fed by the collapsed veins of many 

deep regrets from the rivers that put

forth by the blood of the flood of all 

your afflictions affected by the evil 

refractions you bring from causing 

reactions to addictions as it spreads 

the misery of its own dirty vile all that 

as it lays its sharp blades into as it 

consumes all that is good of this world 

wasting away to nothing but a black 

sticky tar left over from all the fields of 

Poppy of every kind that grow wild

unchecked by the selfishness of she 

who cares not for the children of the 

one from the light as it hides all the 

unfaithful preparing for a fight as all 

of the troops of man combined with 

those of who the herald sings and 

charged by God himself touched when 

in the womb of evil their fates where 

chosen to be the generals of who will

lead them to victory carrying with them 

the flags of crested man a father and 

a son not of their own blood leading the 

armies from high above and down below 

of who we are today, just as all of troops 

of evil armed with hate along with the 

disease of addiction as the fight will

come together in one last battle of epic 

proportions that will at the end through 

countless loses of men and foe will decide 

all of man's final fate when the final shot 

is heard, for I believe if you look around you

can plainly see that this war has already 

started and if you look real hard you shall 

see that the losses of our Kingdom

of our King and the dying of this world 

everyday as evil and hate have taken us by 

surprise with combat on streets Addiction 

that cannot be bear as loses by the oldest 

light who have lost their fight for now and 

withdrawn nowhere to be found scared 

and scattered as the wait and hide for 

the new and stronger leaders being trained

in secret to be ready soon at a future date 

a child was born into chaos from one that 

has no soul given by another whose soul 

is a fearless fighter yet his heart that is 

broken yet tender as a child sent back from 

the gates of heaven who heals himself 

and others in all the ink that spills from well

of wishes and hoping to bring them 

reinforcements as hate and the forces of

those from way down under now walk

freely above with nobody left to stop them 

as they spread out even farther and further 

than before causing death to more and more

it is coming faster everyday closer to the

reality than you might now realize as darkness

becomes night as the day is always a fight

temptations of sex and booze everywhere 

drugs and sex for free and woman on their

backs so it is time to choose your sides clear 

your hearts and minds open your heart

to those who will only break it you need to be 

afraid be scared terrified fear the dark 

behind the light stay away from shadows 

on the streets and the hookers that you meet

be afraid because it is coming be afraid 

because it is here right now be afraid be 

afraid because hate and evil have taken 

over be afraid be afraid get down on your 

knees and pray then open your mouth because

they are not only coming they are here.

 

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. 

A Poet's Journey