BACK TO THE DARK

this is a poem, very near and dear to me.......says alot about the world, what is, and what is to be

BACK TO THE DARK ©....by RAK

there’s a gift for each, for each their own
it cant be borrowed but, it’s only a loan
it yours to keep, til you return to sleep
and you go back to the dark

there's a secret somewhere that no one can find
sorta like that voice that dwells in your mind
tho you never hear it, you’re incline to fear it
as you go back to the dark

this congregation is being dismissed
all the names on some kind of list
and Venus hovers close, just like the moon
all the ancient gods have gone to their graves
long before good Christians declared, “Jesus saves.”
and no one knows if God will return, or how soon



there’s a rumour bout truth that’s been obscured
I'd like to share it but, i haven't heard
tho I listen closely, mostly its just
go back to the dark

there's a dream I’m having ‘bout a place I cant see
one day I’ll go there, one day I’ll be free
for now I’ll settle, like rust on metal, till I
go back to the dark

all the people pounding their heart to the ground
total silence is the eeriest sound
and the sun just guides from the east
to the west
tomorrow’s coming , like the day before
as intense as ever, it can’t be ignored,
till that final day, of eternal rest



there’s the time of man, as there was of the beast
and the dinosaur, long time deceased
as they keep on trying to
stop us from dieing, still we
go back to the dark

there is love so pure, hate must be learned
in this mighty universe, everything turns,
and goes right back, from the white to black
as we go back to the dark

people, it’s a timely demise
there is no avoidance
there is no devise
we're just moving where the heavens stars do embark
will the day of judgment
be reality?,
as the combination of
sky and sea
only serves to lead us
back to the dark