Silence, Two Conversations Poem by Arthur H Rowley

There were darker times than this, I know
when the heavens poured white wine
down the throats of men who claimed me
when Hades pulled porcupine quills from my open wounds
then sent me back to those who put them there

the nights have weighed heavier on my chest
and the days felt more like wasting muscle
all the marks upon my skin were intended to be permanent
not now
I need them to fade, last a few days and fade

I know there were darker times
I know how dark it was
I know, I know, I know

I just so thought the sun would be warm here
and grass lush
and days longer and brighter
I thought I was fighting for lighter times
I wasn't to know the best is still waiting to come