When the darkness comes, you're home - yet not near,
Shadows in your room - of two. Who is here?
I'm lying in my bed, in sheets ensnared, entangled,
By the rustling noise - your voice - I'm startled.
Predatory scent - I'm scared, I want to flee,
But I'm stuck and trapped, my heart - it starts to bleed.
Then you come to rest - my chest untightens,
And the daybreak comes, it dawns, brings brightness.
Gone is feral fright, the night, the creeping gloom,
When you lay your head - instead, I am in bloom.
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Author:
Gewar (
Online) - Published: October 12th, 2025 13:54
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem recalls the quiet fear that lingers after jealousy and trauma — the echo of nights when love felt dangerous. The speaker lies awake, haunted by the memory of presence and absence, until the same person who once triggered the fear becomes the source of peace again. It’s a piece about learning to breathe, to trust, and to bloom again when darkness returns.
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Comments1
An interesting and good writing .. I see shadows sometimes .. of myself or other people but I imagine that’s something to do with my dissociation .. I think
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