A piece for a friend of mine who lost herself in the darkness |
Words elevated to a dazzling height Silently answering perfections plight Love strung together to make a sentence Hate molded to become a pen Time yields to patience Rage bows to zen Transcending a mind A unique voyage just to find That my pain is not my own The dark is not for me to own A star sits in a dark corner weeping Its light flickering, its tears beckoning Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn Its essence weakened, its passion torn Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished But her whispering screams need to be relinquished My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch The darkness recedes as her light increases Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty … I smile … Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more |