Is it when the sun wraps its self in the blanket of night ever so tightly? And the moon becomes the nightlight in which illuminates the shadows of your minds inner sight. Or is it the loneliness and depression, which darkness leaves inside the heart, when love has failed and gone astray. Or is it the life lost of a child, a brother, a sister or a friend that held your light in the darkness, which now engulfs and consumes all light and your very soul. Or is it that moment of truth when you’re told that you have cancer in your throat. And you see your world of speech now becoming a screeching sound of a dying hope. Where the darkness has blinded the will to live and becomes that moment of desire. What is the darkness that haunts you?
You speak to me of this ascending darkness
That waits for you in the broken light
Where you fear its deadly loneliness
With the sorrow of a lingering plight,
While holding tightly to those dreams
That failed you fruitfully in the night
You see and hear introverted screams
Of a horrible deathly social delight,
Where life and death are the themes,
And sleep unkempt awaits your arrival
Your world is broken at the seams
For tomorrow there is no survival,
And your soul starts to shed a tear
Thinking of why its has to die
Its panic brings you dangerously near
The total darkness and its deadly sigh,
Jan
8/1/09
9 comments so far
This was interesting. I like the contrast of style beteen the introduction and the poem. Darkness is as natural as light. I think some people get hooked on their fears and darkness without even realising it and cannot see the light instead of just going with the flow. Fascinating poem.
Dianah.
January 11th, 2010 at 4:21 pm
there is no light without darkness . . . and dying speaks to me more of light than the other, I’m not sure why
January 11th, 2010 at 4:22 pm
Very delightful reading:) The wording is beautiful and I love your style of writing.
January 11th, 2010 at 4:26 pm
This spoke to me of my own fears, of which you are aware of. Those that rob me off my sleep and haunt me during the day. I am learning to prepare and somewhat harden myself to it’s very real possibility of occurring.
If it does, I believe I will have already gone through my valley of grieving, which is where I am dwelling now.
I related to this work, as I believe many will. We all have areas of fear. Perfect love casts out fear: because fear has torment.” (1 Jn. 4:18) I need to grow more in the knowledge of this perfect love.
The “introverted screams” line was really powerful. I have felt that inner cry of frustration and powerlessness in my own predicament. Death and life, and watching someone hover between both………
January 11th, 2010 at 4:29 pm
I love reading others poetry, especially on the topic of darkness. Your work flows, asking rhetorical questions and provoking thoughts of one’s own life and definition of darkness while conveying your views, not to force them on the reader, but also to educate the reader.
January 11th, 2010 at 4:31 pm
This is very interesting indeed. I love the last two lines. Very true…Well done and thought provoking…
January 11th, 2010 at 4:43 pm
Darkness has no hope…but faith overcomes all…
January 26th, 2010 at 1:55 pm
Darkness we all have ours and thought worrisome at best, nicely written.
January 26th, 2010 at 1:56 pm
I loved this poem, due to the happy yet fantasy-like start, and then the complete attack on human fears, clawing at them ever so slowly, and dragging them out into the open, and out for the world to see.
In my opinion, darkness IS the absence of light, we fear the dark, but it is the same portrait, the same canvas, the same world, but yet ask the question, why do you still fear the dark?
I believe its an amazing power the dark has, it must do nothing but appear, and the world looks over their shoulder subtly, every now and then
January 26th, 2010 at 1:58 pm
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