I was never one for the garish light of day.
As a child I would hide within the shadows,
Letting the darkness muffle the screams,
The cries of pain
As words came to blows.
I was the hidden one.
The tears, my anguish
Were never shown,
If only to prolong my loneliness.
It was a selfish act,
To speak of my pain to no one,
To let it escalate to a point beyond my control.
I let it out in my reckless nature,
Only for it to cost me my life.
A flash of silver gleams in the night,
The knife was driven deep.
All for the measly five dollars in my pocket.
A beggar desperate for one more fix,
And I was caught in the middle.
Now the harsh light-
The one I'd feared so long,
Follows my every step.
I cannot escape it's warmth,
That soft light that burns my blackened soul.
Will I ever be free?
Or is this the price I pay for being too fearful
To commit the sins within my mind,
But merely live beneath them?
Do they not know how black my heart has grown?
Do they know,
If my heart had beat just a little longer,
I would have committed the greatest sins of all?
My mortal life broke me.
I can be no angel
In this heavenly, searing light.
Despite their best efforts,
I am but a diseased soul.
Infested with hate, lusting for blood.
I am caught within this balance,
This struggle between good and evil.
I only wish for darkness;
The only thing I am given is light.
An angel's duty I am battling with,
But that inner demon fights.
Though it lurks within the shadows of my soul,
It waits, patiently,
For the darkness to come,
For when it can reach out, be free.
I am no angel,
Just a devil in disguise,
Evil chained to this heavenly state.
But I will be free in time.
Author notes
The poem, hopefully, tells it all.
Edit: Just to clarify to readers, this poem is NOT about me, or anyone I know. This is just a style/subject that I've decided to pick up, giving demons and angels human emotions, an idea that there is no PURE evil or PURE good.
EDIT NUMBER 2: People. Please actually read the poem. I love you all, but it just... you people aren't understanding it. It's really not a confusing poem. Everything is obviously stated. Girl is murdered. Becomes angel. Is inwardly evil. All. plainly. stated. Very. Obvious. I'm sorry, just.. it bugs me, when people don't really read the poem, but just the words. Not the meaning, but just like they're words on their own. Know what I mean? It's a story. It strings together quite simply. Please, for the sake of the poetry, please. *insert sobbing here*
Please tell me what you think
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Very dark; I can relate to it somehow...well except for the dying part seeing as I'm not dead or I wouldn't have been able to write this!
Anyways, it was very good.
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BRAVO
This is very well understood,story that flows together perfectely,LO-AMO SALUTE -
very cool write, you captured darkness well. thanks!
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whisper
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Great job! I love it! Its like going through someone's life as they start out simply alone and dark-lusted, and then nearly taking their own life after hiding their pains, and then struggling to let forgiveness keep them on earth in peace. Quite a riot! but great!
Miss Marie -
This is great.
Word choice, meaning, everything!
Just great!
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I like the structre of the stanzas and the lines that make the stanzas. The way they get progressively shorter suggests the slow, shrinking of life as portrayed in the poem. Is this a view into vampirism? Life beyond death? It is somewhat difficult to follow, because it seems to be written by someone who has passed . . . am I incorrect?
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Well written but confusing
You cannot hide from yourself--either as a child or an adult.
I hope you find peace in the light and the inevitable darkness.
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