darkness – Deb Hawken

Out of the Dark

When you’re struggling you feel the sensuous voice of the darkness trying to dim your light, often using the voices of those around you. This was my response. Be your own light Deb xx

I was driving alongI was spiralling downNothing was left but a tragic clownAll was wrongWhere was rightAll was dark nothing lightAnd the world was coloured inDull grey and brownI had climbed in my carWith no thought as to whyAnd I drove without seeingThe world flying byThe roads they went upAnd the roads they went downThenContinueContinue reading “The Lights of a Far Off Town”

I

Photo by Brett Jordan on Pexels.com The final poem in the Caves of Ismaron series. Similar to Is in it’s delivery. I realised writing them that, of course, Is is the beginning of Ismaron, and I is the first letter. So it felt like a clarification of the original message as I wrote them both.ContinueContinue reading “I”