The Dream
It seems there are no mountains, now
just a gash within the earth.
Sleep is hard and brief.
One day I woke to find a crow
near my head — I snatched and wrung
its scrawny neck. It gave me strength
to walk for days just long enough
to find a hole — a craggy den
to hide me from the acid rain,
the fire falling from the sky
mingled with the mammoth hail.
Wilderness: a place of death.
I’ve searched for God but he’s not here;
no voice of comfort, no display
of cosmic force — nothing but
this constant wind that stings and chaps
my raw, burned face.
In the night I had a dream:
I saw the darkness in the dark —
a blacker black than ever known —
a chilling voice that whispers near:
Tell me, why are you here?
I cry and answer, I don’t know.
Poem # 10 from my unpublished collection What Was Lost In The Dark (tales from the apocalypse) a poetic narrative. Not every poem in the collection will be posted in Medium. © Darryl Willis 2020
