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This is a poem about who or what i couldve been or could still be |
The darkness is within the darkness is with out and yet that darkness there stands A single figure eyes aglow with hatred He sees me and knows that I see him He knows me I am sure but who would be so hateful of me Who could possibly stand against this darkness or perhaps the darkness stands against him he speaks all I hear from this specter of hatred this creature that even the darkness fears is but one single word. "You" I ask him who he is and he responds once more with that simple word but this time the word draws up terror for now I know that this cruel and hateful thing is me And yet he is not me. He hates me for not haveing become him He is all that shattered dreams broken promises and lost wishes I ever had for myself and now he has come to see me He steps forward and stares me in the eye hoping I will turn I want too turn and yet I know that if I turn if I give in to this horrible creature who is the me that I am not he will replace me He will become all I hate in those who rise to the top he will be me and I will be corrupted to my core My values my morals and my compassion shall all be extinguished He haunts me still he is waiting biding his time for he knows that if I tire too much before my final rest he can take his place and I will stand on his shoulder giving advice unheeded just as he once did for me. |