Darkness

Battling to fight the darkness off, the emptiness and lifelessness. Begging for just one cut to feel enough to know which is the dream...

These feelings that live inside of me
The darkness has returned for me
Like I knew it would in the night
I hold my breath, wait for it to pass
But this time it lingers
It holds on
Digging its razor claws into my soul
Tearing into me in my weakness

There is no fear
No fear, only a calm acceptance
An empty acceptance
Does this mean I am giving in
I so want to
Surrender would be so easy
So simple
So right

It’s the kind of darkness that charms
Makes me believe
That there is no shame
In the things it convinces
That it can take the hollowness away
With just one slit
Just one small movement
And I can feel something
It makes me believe

Yet even in this hollowness
Something is holding me back
Ignites my anger
In that promise
Those words that stop me
Why do they stop me
How could I let them hold me back
One movement for a little release

I just need
Just a little feeling
Just a little pain to know
That this is just the nightmare
That there is hope of waking
I just want to prove which is the waking
Which is the horror
They cannot be one and the same
Could this numbness be the reality

One small movement
Let me show myself the truth
Let me feel something
Something that echoes life
An echo of anything
This silver glint can show me that
Let it show me
I beg you to let it show me
Just once more

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Oh my god, that was intense. Dark, yet honest and raw. Whether it was about you or someone else, I feel you. I've been there many times. Glad you looked foward, and realized that life really IS worth living.

[Enigma]

A constant wish to wake up and realize that all the pain had been a part of some dream and not reality. But each day we wake up to the same old life, don't we? A powerful poem.

[Michael X]

wow, this poem begs a suffer, and righly in depth, and holds a collateral damage that is the art behind the wording. Great work!