Dark Panacea

Dark Panacea short poem

A crowded room
is such a lonely place,
wear a fragile mask
upon a weary face.

Everybody’s here
but there’s nobody there
and there’s nothing to do
except sit and stare.

The distant sounds
of joy and laughter
drifting like echoes
in dusty rafters.

As you slowly subside,
sinking way down low
and you’re silently wondering
how far you can go.

Your eyelids are heavy,
they’re beginning to close
but nobody sees you
so nobody knows.

They’re intent on their own
monotonous ways
as they chase their tails
for oblivious days.

Darkness is waiting
to numb your pain,
wrapping you in arms,
welcome back again.

Engulfing and total,
a cushion of peace
where stress and strains
just simply cease.

Hello my dark friend,
I ask you once more
to come fill my soul,
my mind and my core.

Let nothing but the peace
of Panacea slip past,
hold me until time
takes the pieces at last.

Written by Darren Scanlon, 19th April 2014.
Revised 18th May 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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