Letters From the Abyss

Monday, May 9, 2016

The Storm

The Storm

The demons come once more from the pain. Taunting me with familiar pain. It seethes at my weakness. It roars with delight at my demise. The sun's warmth is gone away. The innocence of former youth, a distant memory.

The rain outside my lonely window beats down in staccato rhythm. The horses outside have finally stopped spinning. A beautiful thunderclap from angry sky announces a grand entrance, breaking the forlorn silence.

- R. Dinasky

Copyright: 2016, May 9.

The Tides of 'Morrow

The Tides of 'Morrow

Longing lingers onto impatient morning. The sun burns an unspoken reprimand. The subtle comfort of stolen passion over. The heartache soon comes. There is no escape from this, our inevitable parting.

Memory is a beautiful knife. The wounds go barely noticed. The cuts run deep. Shadows of regret creep under the floor. The ghosts of our better selves fade away into the perfect nothing.

- R. Dinasky

The Boy and His Alpha Mare

The Boy and His Alpha Mare

In the field he searched low and high. She was gone. He had promised to look after her, to never let her go. She was nowhere to be found. He was heartbroken. He thought she was gone forever.

Days had passed. The days turned into weeks. The weeks, months. Then, one day the boy went out in the same field again. He heard a familiar sound. She had returned. His precious Alpha Mare.

He ran towards her with tears in his eyes. She was home again. Nothing else mattered. His world, whole once more.

- R. Dinasky

The Chance

The Chance

A desperate loneliness pervades

Lost in the distance

It’s an easy escape

Nothing is given

Everything precious, taken

In the seams of disarray

I am smaller

A ghost in a shell

Stranded in this nowhere

I wanted to talk tonight

Of how you’d save my life

The light is blinding

Night promises her sweet embrace

I wanted to talk tonight

Just once more

To have you

Here with me

To feel whole again inside

The memory of you and I

Gone forever now

This final chance

Beautiful and pure

Hit me right between the eyes

Left in a pool of tears

Underneath a desolate sky.

- R. Dinasky

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Cats and the Cradle

Cats and the Cradle

The view from here is precarious. The air is still and quiet. It is dry. It hasn't rained in ages. The burning of the sand is near. The funeral pyre, ready and waiting. The guard knows his duty. The siege is upon this desolate world.

- R. Dinasky

The Town

This place is strange where the faces stare, I don't fit in. It doesn't matter. A woman on the corner gives a dirty look. I nod and walk past. The wind is cold against my face. The tears of the dragon loom over the horizon. Fate beckons us here, yet no shall be left in its wake.

- R. Dinasky