Borrowed by darkness Poem, by ~c.y, at My poetic side

I’m living under control

In a body that isn’t mine

Given a role

By something I can’t define

I’m being borrowed by darkness

Returned beyond repair

Yet somehow

I’m paying the fine

And it calls the deal fair

I may be a coward

For I can’t fight it back

It has proven its strength

By one single crack

I may be a coward

But don’t call me servile

I am way beyond that

I won’t kneel upon your vile

Call me weak

Call me lame

But don’t misuse the rights

Of all your fame

You may be winning, darkness

And I may have fallen

Once, twice,

Probably a hundred times

But each scar that marks my fight

And every wail of throbbing pain

Will hold upon the darkness

Of each and every night

And will deform

Every speck of hidden light

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 26th, 2026 08:41
There are traces of darkness here but a sense of assertiveness as well. Nicely written.
- CindyMarch 26th, 2026 10:41
  Glad you enjoyed it!
Prachi Dalvi March 26th, 2026 08:44
Nice poem!!
- CindyMarch 26th, 2026 10:42
  Thanks!
Friendship March 26th, 2026 19:20
Nicely written.
- CindyMarch 27th, 2026 07:42
  Thank you

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Borrowed by darkness