The Darkness

A poem about dread and doom

This dark blanket, never ceasing;

Never alone, in thoughts or head;

Always there, never gone;

Following me, wherever I go;

I smell doom on it's breath;

The morning breeze never comes;

All good things always turn;

At sight and noise of the blanket;

When will this end? I ask myself;

I will never know, for in the end;

The Blanket must kill all;

Author's Note

Yeah, I know, I write sad poems but who cares, just leave me your comments.

Reviews

[Nao Deguchi]

Excellent use of this ";" thing, I never learned how to use it, but I suppose at the end of EVERY sentance works.

It made the darkness feel conntected to everything else. You ended this EXTREMLY well, I'm well amused.

[Harmonica winds]

love this, wonderful written

[Ian]

You're write (haha).
Sorry, anyway, that was dreadful and very much represented doom...
Great job!

[Rowan Storm]

Left out something in your note. Just FYI. You could have perfected with "Bite Me". Blanket-Darkness, slightly misleading, but excellent as usual.