Darkness falls silent and eerie
Shadows lengthen into nightmare entities
Blood red eyes shine brightly
Embracing the Demons as family and not enemies
Knowing they will remain when everyone else bails
Always providing a warped sense of comfort
Like a soothing balm for all my ails
The Darkness is an ever-present cohort
As I slowly try to piece together my shattered psyche
Opening wounds on razor-edged memories
Dragging the truth into clarity
Revealing all my past follies
Desperately trying to find my finality
Even though my Demons and Darkness are my security
I still long to be whole
An undying desire for some unity
A need for a completed soul
Just to feel peace and serenity
But most of all they fill the void
The strongest wish to be worthy
Though destiny decreed my life to be love devoid
That knowledge the constant threat to my sanity
A gaping hole impossible to avoid
That truth and pain felt most acutely
So my demons I continue to caress
In the darkness I cacoon myself
To this, I must confess
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Author:
Annabeth Isabella Thatcher (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Looking for the a tiny bit of light within the darkness can save many. Great Poem, I do mainly write poems of faith and trust but I also do many that are during my depressed days. Only way I made it was believing a new day would be there for me filled with beauty and laughter especially when sobbing that's when telling myself that was truly needed, I am much improved but if the soul is jaded it must seek love in order to survive this world and whats in it.
Thank you for your kind words. I definitely still have some hope and I always seem to find the light and strength to push through.
I'm in love with the ending
Thank you, that is a huge compliment!!
I can relate to this to some level, thoughts and feelings turning into a burden, but at the same time you dont want to change beause it brings some kind of comfort.
I have changed so much but there are some things that I refuse to change not only because of the comfort they bring but also because of the strength and security they provide. It is better to embrace those things than ever let myself become weak and reliant on others to help me through them. I have walked through hell on my own with only my Demons and Darkness as companions and here I still stand today, as to where if I had tried to rely on another it could have been disastrous. Ego timeo nihil. Ego sto et morior solus.
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