This darkening light... It haunts me
Like an awful secret, it grows too.
Captures and imprisons indefinitely.
It is my judge, jury and executioner.
It is relentless.
O how it comes!
There is no option to flee or hide.
It goes by and comes back; the haze
Could not veil it any further.
It comes and comes without invitation
But so sorely missed.
Why does it torment me so?
I do not ask nor want. I did once… but no longer do.
That is its way. To catch me
At the wrong moment in time. Like a disease
Fascinated with itself, germinating as it will do
Forever.
I am not the first.
I am not the last.
What do you think?
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"the darkening light"... hmmmm. i am probably just gonna sit here and think about that for a few seconds...
okay - i think i like the contradiction there. and the mystery. um... i like that it's ambiguous enough to allow the reader to interject their own assumptions toward meaning...so let me try:
light - speaking metaphorically - can sometimes have the effect of "darkening" one's soul like maybe in the instance of shining a light on one's flaws.
so...yeah...some interesting stuff here.
seemed to trail off a little at the end though. still a compelling read. -
I love how you wrote, then had a line, then did the same again. This is a very sad and painful.
Where did you find the inspiration for this poem?
Is it from your own life?
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