Black Tuesday

Black Tuesday

This is the darkest poem I have ever written, or ever will write.  I was going through probably the worst time of my life, and I am pretty sure I needed therapy, but at the time I didn’t know it.  The only reason I am posting this now is to show how poetry can be therapy when you need to communicate.


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The sun did not come up that day,
no more would it be seen;
The sky was hateful, April eighth,
four score and seventeen.

For on that day a noise was heard,
the end was close at hand;
The ground had started opening,
and demons filled the land.

The screaming people tried to run,
to escape the hate and sin;
But every time they looked behind,
they saw Satan’s evil grin.

There are no short cuts anymore,
the easy streets are blocked;
The shadows are the only path,
knifes out and hammers cocked.

They looked into the sky’s above,
and hoped to see the light;
But it was far to late for that,
for smoke had filled the night.

The bridges were burned long, long ago,
there can be no return;
The Piper is here to collect his due,
and it’s a lot more than you earn.

Copywrite 2011


2 thoughts on “Black Tuesday

  1. Hi there,
    Even though you may think it is a dark poem, it can surely shed some lights in someone’s life. What I like in poem is many people can read it and find a different sense and feel it differently. While I was reading through I was more trying to find a solution and get to the cause while imagining when the light will come back. So, hope was in me.

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