Beneath his dark, uncaring eyes,
He penetrates my soul.
With oily tendrils, cold as ice,
He leaves me now unwhole.
He hunts beneath a shrouded veil,
Where kindness dares not tread.
His gaze consumes; my thoughts grow frail,
And drags me to the bed.
He does not walk in light of day,
Where 'now' and 'present' gleam,
But shadows dance, and whispers say;
"At night, I dare not dream."
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Author:
Nerrith (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2024 12:09
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I enjoyed reading, well written
Welcome again, on your new account. I was fortunate enough to reaccess my account. As for the poem offered today, may I just say, there is a smoothness that betrays the darkness and makes it more enticing. A quality rare and quite enviable! Read you again soon 👍🏻
Thank you! I do sometimes try to write less dark pieces, but they never really land for me, but I’ll keep working on them. For now I hope you enjoy my darkly “enticing” works 😂
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