Dark Figure IV, a Poem by Andrew Scott

Updated: Feb 6


Dark winds bring what is known

as the nasty hands of twisted fate.

These strings are pulled and pushed

by a figure no one lays eyes on.


The walls that fell in Plymouth,

a coal mine that took

the lives of twenty-six,

eleven that were never found.

Community members blamed

the builders for poor safety

but no one saw the methane gas

explode in the walls

and who the creator

of such destruction was.


When the heavy storm rains

hit the ground in Bangladesh,

taking hundreds of thousands

of people buried under

the cyclones rubble.

Victims never knew

what pushed the violent winds

that leads to despair.

The hands that twirled

the cyclone of death.


Daily in British Columbia

people are losing

in their game of chicken

with little magic pills,

laced with addiction.

They say to blame the users

however, people had to be

lead to this place

to feed them in their final moments.


The hands that guide

in the darkness and unexplained.

These hands are unseen, but they are mine.

The Dark Figure no one sees.



 

Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, he has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows, and The Broken Ones. He has published five poetry books, "Snake With A Flower," "The Phoenix Has Risen," "The Path," "The Storm Is Coming and Searching," and one book of photography, "Through My Eyes." " Whispers Of The Calm" is his sixth poetry book.