“Inviting Death: Unrequited Love” © Rick Davis
Darkness of the Soul
There is a piece of music
That only my soul can hear
There is a song of pain
That emits a soulful tear
A sorrowful song
Full of heartache and regret
Its notes and phrases reach
Into the darkness of my soul
The spiral sound
Calling…down…down…down
The mind obeys
The Siren’s Song
The well-worn path
Of mental escape
Into the pit
Where darkness nests
Thoughts are bred
In this place
Where only darkness lives
Swirling…cascading…falling
“Every breath is one
I should not take”
“Every smile…Unearned”
“Every kindness…Undeserved”
Will that day come
When darkness wins
Snuffing all light
And I awake no more?
Debra Nordyke: “An oddball myself. I live in a small town of around 4,000 people in rural Missouri. I live on 80 acres of fields and timber where the nights are filled with the cries and celebrations of coyotes. A land where owls, eagles and blue herons fly unbothered. I walk through the trees and feel the footprints of those who have gone before me, and I linger, hearing their voices on the wind. I am a retired office manager for a small family law firm. I love to experience nature, and I love to write what the spirit lays upon my awareness and heart.”
Rick Davis is an acclaimed author, artist and musician in Woodstock, Illinois. He graduated from Northwestern University with a six year self-designed degree in the Psychology and Sociology of Religion. He graduated from community college emphasizing the humanities. He worked in market research and as an educator.