Wednesday, October 24, 2012


It seemed to me so sinister
the way the madness led
you into realms of ignorance;
alive but somehow dead.
I saw within your empty eyes,
the evil that now held,
as life turned backward on itself;
the mirrored word of hell.
The letters were no different,
and yet the placement saw,
that one was bright abundance;
the other dark and small.
You could not help the turning,
which scattered all you were
reduced our world to tatters;
birthed fear in place of joy.
I wondered if I grabbed the word
and turned it on its head,
if all would then be righted;
you would return from death.
But magic is for children,
and rarely for those grown,
and evil would still triumph;
your chance to live had gone.

3: singularly evil or productive of evil


  1. Oh, heartbreaking. Madness is so ... such a rip-off for the loved ones.

  2. powerful, haunting poem... so hopeless in the end!

  3. This is really powerful - I love the mirror and the empty eyes and backwards on itself and the magic is for children. Well done.

  4. Backwards on itself - age, madness - one and same? Thought provoking read. Thank you.

  5. Very powerful. Beautiful words