Down the Dark Path Home of author and artist, J Edward Neill

The Suspense is Killing Me – A Poem

August 20, 2019 | poems | Permalink

I wait in chains for the dawn, for the almighty clock to tick. Dangling for the universe to see, whole lifetimes swim beneath me. My eyes consume all things in absentia. Like parchment, my skin, inked with small stories, unread. If they came to cut me down, I would deny them. “Let me hang,” I […]

The Box – a Cold, Cold Poem

May 20, 2019 | poems | Permalink

Am I dead, I asked her? In a box, I did molder, rotting, shapeless, my nightly sleep. Dead, but dreaming, of what waited beyond my comfortable dirt, beyond my opulent world of worms and disquiet. But when they asked, wake me none I said until the day my box is broken.   And then the […]