It's a darkness inside us all,
one that can make us beg and crawl.
It can chew us up and swallow us whole,
all the while consuming our soul.
It's black as crows and silent as night,
and it won't back down from this great delight.
Impossible to show,
as well as impossible to control.
This darkness I talk of,
the thing that wears us like a glove.
The monster that causes great pain,
believe it or not, has no name.
A contest entry
- Take Some Points From Me by iamlost.
1070 points, ended May 1, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Well done and very relatable...I love the ending for it is well stated...you do write with heart ans soul and that, my dear is talent...excelletn once more...not to long and gets the meaning across well, while holding ones attention...all are a sign of great work...
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Thank you very much, your comments are always well apreciated
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The rhyming threw me off in a few places, but the emotional content and personal connotations in this poem are stunning. Many, many people experience this, but few capture it so eloquently. Nicely done!
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I think many can relate to this! Great write. I really like these lines;
It can chew us up and swallow us whole,
all the while consuming our soul.
I also like one of the responses you got to this, saying the name of the monster is that of yourself. So true. -
Nicely done. Well rhymed. You did a good job capturing the image of the nebulous monster. Best of luck in the contest.
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holy shamoly! this blew me away. ok thats it yours going on my favorites list. you are such a good writer, no matter what you think
spreading more love,
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I like this one too. You're an amazing writer.
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wow liked the darkness in the poem!!!!! it rocks!!!!
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wow u say your not a writer but u are. this is good
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Hey, that is expressive...and I've written you and answer :-)
The Darkness Is Mine
This darkness inside, does it truly have no name?
No…it is called by whence it came.
Sapping the strength of happiness and good health,
The name of your monster is that of yourself.
My monster resembles yours as far as I can see,
Excepting that my monster is undeniably me.
This oozing tar that corrupts my being
is all my fault; something myself is self-inflicting.
Why should it back down when I invited it?
Can I rid myself of my own self-fitted skin?
Creep it may, chewing, gnawing away at my being,
But it’s not like I've tried all that hard at escaping.
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Wow.
Pure amazement. I really like the first stanza, makes a lot of sence to me.
great write dear.
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"Impossible to show,
as well as impossible to control."
I love these lines, as well as the last line, this is a wonderful poem, this idea is conveyed very well. Thank you for this entry.
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