Sad is the life, of one who chooses the dark
Intent on living, yet always lost and alone
Torn from within, without a visible mark
Noting the passing of each day, they do drone
Encumbered by pain, no freedom do they feel
Hope does not linger, far from faith they are prone
To satisfy self, knowing not what is real
Pleasure a label, a misguided notion
Committed to madness, misfortune the deal
Struck blindly one night, amidst dark commotion
The path that they chose, for truest devotion.
Author notes
I opted for prompt #2, and chose a Terza Rima for the form.
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Here, I see the dark as those who prefer to close themselves up and not be open to others. And that life can be pretty isolated, even when they spend it in public.
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