Mild Rubies

In the days where the words escaped my tongue,
And I was blind from the night in the light,
The earth so loved did do me all but wrong;
For when I leapt breathless into the night,
The blissful deadness sent me only mute;
Though I still screamed ev’ry word of the songs
That could not be sung; broken lyrics and
Silent sounds are all these melodies bring.
I hate to talk of that fucking silence,
Of this burning blackness that has trapped me
In the bastard land that’s made me wise and
Blind to these eyes that only I could see.
Perhaps the blackness remains incomplete.


About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: Cheers, enjoy.
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