Visions of yesterday or the present?
Balanced on the moon's sliver of cresent,
lost in the realms of the DARKened abyss,
yearning, longing, the moment of Truth's kiss.
Splash of reds filter through the memories,
with perceptions true to my own stories.
Can they be seen? Seen by any others?
The Paranoia, my mind, it smothers.
Seductress of the night could that be me?
All encompassing Evil's reality?
Or angel of the light held in the cross?
Benevolent creature the light to emboss?
All the visions that my inner eye sees
the voices in my head, their endless pleas.
They come to steal away my reveries
left in broken and shattered memories.
A contest entry
- catch me in the DARKness if you can by theDARK1.
337 points, ended November 26, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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very impressive poem, the quest, the madness, well placed.
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itz a very good work (of art) in progress if i say so myself! i think itz a stand alone already without adding more, DARK.
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