21 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 062 Through the darkness and the mist

Through the darkness and the mist, sadness, grows and somehow my soul, it just can’t resist,
those many things, it does not know, the pain, the anger, within these waves of violence, still they remain
unbroken by the silence

The candles wax burns, as it drips down the sides, slowly we turn but I can’t close my eyes
The sounds, the pictures, with every step grow intense and remain,
unbroken by the silence.