A poem of despair, self-loathing and introspection. |
My Darkness I feel a cold washing in and over me. It is that, sometimes, I feel I am the darkness or that I harbor and emit a part of it onto those closest to me. Unable to be more than a shadow or a cold ghost of what once was This is my darkness It's not a good feeling to be dark, cold, numb, hopeless, motionless helpless to bring light and warmth to those loved a warmth, light and reassurance that they ask for, seek and need. I exist, yet am unable to give not even knowing myself This is my darkness I wonder how I became what I am? change occurs subtly, quietly Prolonged misdirection of thought cosmic forces acting upon inner desires and secret wishes there is no going back signs point away from perceived light This is my darkness Forced smiles propagate no real light settling, existing brings thin contentment stifling a stirring restlessness Did I hide in the dark recesses too long? I miss those days of simplicity yet am lost to them as much as they are lost to me This is my darkness I am floating suspended again fully aware of the harm, pain, and damage I bring those through my action or inaction. There is no easy way to discern which leads to light. One's happiness shouldn't arise from the pain of others. Self-loathing, doubt, and despair run rampant through my mind, heart, and soul This is my darkness |