This is my darkness.
It furls around the past
It screams in agony
Baring its poisoned fangs.
It furls around the past
Through the girl who lies and abuses
Baring its poisoned fangs
Dripping with hatred and misery.
Through the girl who lies and abuses
I can see Storms and tall Towers
Dripping with hatred and misery.
I doubt I made that happen, even if I'd wished it.
I can see Storms and tall Towers
Falling like leaves in the abyss of depth
Where I store such loathing
The undoing of beautiful woven paths
Falling like leaves in the abyss of depth
Are quivering crystal tears
The undoing of beautiful woven paths
Along with the sensation of bitter numbness.
Are quivering crystal tears
alluring?
Along with the sensation of bitter numbness
I feel claws of fear reach out for me
Alluring?
Are you crazy?
I feel claws of fear reach out for me
I want you to keep your distance from me.
Are you crazy?
You've created a whirlpool that planted a seed in me
I want you to keep your distance from me.
We're too dangerous.
You've created a whirlpool that planted a seed in me
Is it attached to me for good?
We're too dangerous.
It grows like a curse in me.
Is it attached to me for good?
There's no life in suffering darkness.
It grows like a curse on me.
See the scars?
There's no life in suffering darkness.
It screams in agony.
And quietly retreats, ever-defeated, into its lair.
This is my darkness.
Author notes
Ira. April showers, bring May flowers.
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Prompt by Hope Angel.
475 points, ended May 12, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow...
this is breathtaking.
I don't have words... wow.
thanks for entering and being patient

