Pockets of Darkness

by Maple Tree   May 16, 2016

Nailed to a beast
upon a rock
of dripping tears.

The moon
is unforgiving
to a peasant
like me.

Thou shalt never
know pain
within a
salty sea.

Dreams wilt
within pockets
of darkened years.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Andrea

    i'm sorry I missed this one. As usual, your imagery is super but it's incredibly rich and dark here.

    "Dreams wilt within pockets of darkened years"


    Great stuff.

    Speak soon,

  • 2 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Hello Andrea, my definition of a peasant is a rude, insensite person with almost no social status. Certain circumstances in life can make us somewhat unpleasant. The moon is the witness and the truth will come to light. Salt is very beneficial for aching bones. I believe that we all carry some load in our pockets but dreaming of something better can help ease the pain. I could be completely wrong but this I gather from this write. All the best and take care.