The Blackest of Black

A feeling of loneliness awakes me
I open my eyes and see

The Blackest of Black
A shade of fear
I light a candle
My widened pupils see something near

A rush of panic
Frozen in a stance
A pulsating desire for a dark romance

I move closer but the distance remains the same
Is it my lover?
Or am I going insane?

The Blackest of Black
Where is my flame?
My hand is covered in wax but I felt no pain

I mourn for my dead lover
but this is not what I knew

I walk to the window
The moon lightens my view

The wax disappeared
I'm trembling in fear

He softly whispers in my ear

Your cries
Will subside
Now that you've died
Our spirits can sleep
Nevermore will you weep

A feeling of my palpitating heart awakes me

The Blackest of Black
A shade so clear
I can see the suns path in the celestial sphere

My Dreams of Darkness have come to an end
My dear lover, I will see you again

But till then

My spirit will not sleep
Nor will I weep
Nevermore

Author's Note

Comments and critique are valued. Thank you for reading

Reviews

[David Scott]

I felt the darkness. It is difficult to critique something so obviously honest from a core loss...
I did not love the format because it was divided into stanza's but held no pattern nor seemed to need stanza's. It felt arbitrary in that sense. I would not think to change a word though... You got the tone and emotion across so well.
I hope this is creative exploration more than experience. If you did have this loss, I understand the dry tears...
Overall, I'm glad I experienced this poetry today. Thank you for sharing.

[soliloquy]

Well done! Many of us writers can relate to these words.