alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood off side slowly I walk through a vast corridor of the dead all damned the wretched stench permeates deep from within this is where it all began columns of pillars in hot conclaves of the vast derision in my mind legions of skulls fractured from the onslaught of the heavy decorum I’m blinded by the very notion of hate filling up to the extreme barbed wire chains with a swollen cavity of death’s resolve blackened eyes with spots filled with tombstones maggot infested feces resonate through the duration of this place the howls of screaming torment of weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth vile domain of fire escalates upon my domain stripped from every know concept of light a demon holds my hand taking me to this place alone inflicts pain on my gait with vile objects of torture just to tip my finger into water to quench my thirst the intense heat makes me vomit & sweat
traveling ever further to embark on a dungeon with a evil grin boils of hot lava flowing from the side of its chamber suffering executed vile extreme hands twisted a hernatal diseased corpse exposed ravage in the degree of coupled intense fire drifting further I’m alone again yet I awake to what ?
Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
It was your integrity at the time of ubiquitous pain of separation, you want to move the home away from home coming to terms with the trauma your shadow was not following you playing dead nuzzling the earth, racing to
A dream… Always like a stained past An unknown future A brimming river which dominates And takes you wherever it wants Doubtful, Undecided and Dark Sometimes sweet.. sometimes bitter Sometimes cute.. sometimes harsh Incredible yet uncontrollable Fantastic yet unpredictable A
Ignorant of limit, free of bond Virtuous foolishness, night-less dream All pervading, all purifying You are the pounding of the heart And the gushing of the blood You are the pain of separation And the exhilaration of tryst The sighs,