Where Void Meets the Edge of Darkness

A poem I tried to write in an unconventional (for me) style.

Slipping, unrestrained, filled to the brim with vibrant black.

Lost, forlorn, delving past the bounds of insanity.

Broken, feral, a fierce raven chained, held fast to the ground.

Defeated, unhinged, sacrificing self and soul for the chance to fly.

Wingbeats are measured, for each could so easily be the last.

Talons as brush strokes, painting the world in crimson shades.

Carving history into reality, weaving flesh with lines of pain.

Defiance personified, a spark below the surface,

Drip, drop, flow out of the wounds,

Blood, being, but venom as well.

Cleanse through pain, what darkness has left behind.

The gnawing void, weathering the shores of the soul.

Filled with demons, within and without.

The storm rages inside, eaten alive, swallowed by the tide,

Of nothingness, that swirls deep in crimson eyes.

Whether filled by friends, or buried by experience

Blood and joy, pain and health, life itself,

Will fill what we know, as Where Void Meets the Edge of Darkness.

Author's Note

Any and all reviews welcome.