Dancing with Darkness

Beautifully Empty

The green trees and blue skies stop

existing. I see a man; he is nothing,

he is a dark memory of who I was. A breaker

of the hearts of those he loved.

 

And then I see this barren earth, void

of all things beautiful. What I once knew was stripped away

from me. Now, it’s just darkness whom I see, she transports me,

 

a new world, subject to my will, beautifully empty.

 

Darkness, it is I

again, Breaker of hearts,

I am now a victim.

I thought I would love the company of solitude.

But there, at the dark corner of my mind, I know

somethings are lurking.

I instantly question the audience of emptiness.

Darkness, you said it was just you and I. So why

why do I still hear the voices of these broken hearts?

 

Strength of the Broken Hearted

If I could, I’d raise my white flag in this black world of mine.

The broken hearts though, they say the world will be beautiful again, in time.

If these people could believe in something so sublime,

I guess so could I?

 

Even though it’s impossible for me to see

these broken hearts say, even with darkness, they stand by me.

It was but an accident. If they believed that soon from her grasp I’ll be free

I guess so could I?

Author's Note

This was my first shot at a lyric sequence! 3 Poems separated by the bolded titles. Enjoy!