Monday, March 10, 2025

Abyss by Jerry Langdon

 


Abyss

 

When I speak of the abyss,

I speak of my heart and soul;

Of darkness in its endlessness;

Of my own personal hell,

Where I dare not dwell,

A place full of sorrow and pain,

That dwells within heart and soul,

That poisons my already fragile brain,

Tainting me with madness,

Taunting me with sadness,

When I speak of the abyss,

I speak of my heart and soul;

Of emotions filled with darkness,

Of the misery deep inside,

Where my demons reside,

Emotional demons I call shades,

For they shadow my heart and soul;

Surrounding me with dark barricades,

Hugging me with sadness,

Kissing me with madness,

When I speak of the abyss

I speak of a waging war,

Against my impending darkness,

Against my heart and soul;

Where madness takes its toll,

The battle fields are bloody,

Shattered monoliths of endless war

Which forever haunt over me?

Taunting my heart and soul

As the abyss takes its toll,

When I speak of the abyss

I speak of depression,

Of hate, of avarice,

Of doubt, of rage,

Of what brings wastage.

 


BOOK DESCRIPTION:

 

This is my fifth collection of poems. Fall into a dark dream-like series of poems. The cover art photography is from Roman Muscheidt.


LINK THE BOOK: 

 

https://www.amazon.it/Behind-twilight-English-Jerry-Langdon-ebook/dp/B084TP1CR5 


Biography

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 and "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.

























Prepared by Publicist and Promoter Angela Kosta 

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