Dalaum [Darkness]

 

 

 

Dalaum

 

 

 

I try to make this darkness my home...

 

It lies in my sight.

Unmoving Unchanging

Sheer and opaque all at once

 

I'm neither lost nor blinded.

I'm no victim to this angle.

I've made a pact with it.

 

So, sit back in a higher chair.

Cross your legs and adjust your glasses.

Pretend that you've wandered

in every ally of my consciousness.

 

As I sterilize my soul

Of joy, hopes, and all

 

Grab a tight hold

Of my freezing cold

Frail, sliced hand

And face me with both choices

It's either Heaven

Or Juhanna

 

As I render excuses

To angels above

And serepents below

While the human within me

Screams to withdraw

 

Lock your gaze with mine

Even if I advert away

Cup my cheeks in your palms

 

As I sigh in pleasure

Indulging in this lost season

No efforts, no pious commitments.

No aches or indecisions.

 

Slap me across the unfeeling face

And shake my limp shoulders

Tell me about your "good intentions"

 

Ask me why and how...

As I watch the beautiful shadows

Crawl down unannounced

 

Smolder your patience left overs,

Trying to revive the dead phoenix

In the olive-green of my eyes

 

As the dusk envelopes me

Shielding me from the likes of you

And from the obligatory sunrise

 

I pull out my hand from yours.

I enfold and ask to be embraced.

 

You watch me decrease,

Coast further from your reach

 

The nothingness inside me unwinds

Feeling the slight ecstasy

Under that numb skin...

 

You frown and shake your head

You admit you've fought

To bring me back from the dead

 

I curl and draw back

As the shadows stroke

My splintered mentality

Devouring what's left of that human

With every stroke

Silently, in courtesy...

And the streams of light cycling in me shrivel.

 

"You do not understand, child of Adam. You never will."

My sighs reach your ears.

"I need the dusk. It knows how to nurse the ill."

 

With every dewdrop of hope emptied

With every darker shade painted

On these beautiful faithful walls

I feel whole. Complete.

 

Author's Note

Comments and reviews are appreciated.

*Note: Akuma: is the japanese name for demons.

Reviews

[My Fair Lady]

I am totally falling in love with you! Astounded by your perspective especially considering your young years, I appreciate you more and more my love. You should be exceptionally proud of this piece.. It is phenominal.
There are several stanzas that struck me.. but the most was this...

Lock your gaze with mine
Even if I advert away
Cup my cheeks in your palms

This is the action we take when we want to be heard... really listened to. You had my attention here, really listening the whole time, so when you asked for it.. I listened even harder. Bravo!

[Marlena]

I really...understood this, I think. I feel like I've heard that line, "You do not understand, child of Adam. You never will." before, but I'm not sure where (it could just be from here, but again, I'm not really sure). You need to do a little editing here and there, I saw a few typos. Otherwise, I like your on/off rhyme scheme, it gave the poem this kind of raw feeling to the words. Nice work.

[Nadi]

I love the paradox contained throughout the poem and the idea of this is brilliant.

[No use.]

Dalaum ~ powerful title
Japanese twist is always to my liking~
and darkness, i fall in love with the magick within the sooths of what opposes light
what gives name to life, for what is darkness without the light~ plus you see better in the dark... some people just don't really believe this~ but i do

[Dante Balsote]

Good cadence for a free verse. Good voice for a usually abused theme--it has freshness.

[Jamie]

This is really special, i enjoyed this.
Well done!
J

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This is such a dee, powerful, dark write. I enjoyed it.

[David W Moore III]

a little gothic.. i like it, with every darker shade painted... i feel complete... ahhhhh. now that's an ending

[Havatara]

It was a nice poem. For some reason, and I'm almost 100% sure that you didn't mean it that way, but it kind of reminded me of the psychiatrist and his/her patient who knows that (s) won't be able to help him/her, but is putting up with it anyway. Does that make sense? I still liked the poem =)

[Geralyn Miller]

Time will teach that hope serves the soul better than any religion.Know that your life has great value, even if you sometimes do not see your value, it is there, hidden in the darkness. While this poem is well written, it concerns me that you feel the need to empty the soul and mind and embrace the darkness. Darkness is best embraced with a full heart and hopeful spirit, darkness is a soothing place when thus embraced.

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what a deep and eloquently written piece..