In The dark

Where ever I go

Where ever I am

I'm asked the same question 

again and again

"Where are you from?"

They want to know

My mom was a lady

Who smelled of daisies and judgement

My dad was a man who

stayed and felt like a stranger

but who always held out a hand

My brother was a nuisance

One covered in bruises

One to follow, never question

One who had more faith than I

But never once had enough sense 

to ask 

Why?

My sister is a tough one

She is strong, but dull

Questions, but never follows

Who am I? 

Who. Am. I?

I am guilty

I haven't murdered in the traditional manner 

But many hearts bleed by my hand

I have ripped apart my own friendships

Just for on more chance 

That is my choice though

So who am I?

Where am I from?

That's and easy one

I am broken, crumbling.

I am the deserter, the murderer, the priest, the maniac, your neighbor, your lover  

And WE are from the dark

Born of sins and sorrow

Brought up by war and struggle

Burdened by this 

Consumed by this

But. . .

There only need be a light

nay, a spark

to become the light

I am you

Seeking and hungry

So feast!

Come, O bearer mine, and let us 

Dine on the sins of this world

For we must change to become

Brighter.

And to be not of or

In The dark

 

Reviews

[Autumn Falls]

It's like a short story! I love how much detail you out in this one poem. its hard to believe youre only 14!!! good job kid

[Grey Evanescent]

Wow, gosh I'm speechless, this is too good.
I mean, I'm having goosebumps reading this,
I'd pray to write like this. :)

KEEP CALM AND LOVE WRITING! :D