Curse

Dark thoughts tickle
Within my brains
And my words trickle
From my veins
Until only emptiness remains.
Runes building poetry
Under pooled ink.
Words become a mystery
On sanity's brink;
I could cross if I dare blink.
My pen leaving craters;
Page upon page.
My words are traitors
To my rage.
These lines build my cage.
My nightmare breathes
With every verse
While my heart wreaths
Under my own curse
And the pain is growing worse.



Far Off Doors

Failure is the only thing I've succeeded.
I'm good at getting lost on the way.
Not seeing that you were all I needed,
While nothing could get me to stay.
Still nothing could fill the void left behind.
The emptiness is a painful longing.
Hiraeth in my heart; tormenting my mind.
Wanton of a paradise without belonging.
My soul haunts those forgotten halls
While my body walks along other shores.
My taunted heart screaming silent calls
That wish to knock on those far off doors.

From South-Western Michigan, Jerry Langdon lives in Germany since the early 90's. He is an Artist and Poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled "Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil", “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various Rock Bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.