Dark of Deep

Was meant to be a love poem... I guess my mind had other ideas.

Tears streaming down cold face,

Hands clutching singular item,

Heart screaming to be let free,

Anguish being their captor,

 

Body curled up, joints seized,

Eyes accustomed to dark of deep,

Mind splintering upon entrance of light,

Freedom being their stranger,

 

Memories being the only key,

Having kept hope stumbling alive,

Praying that there will be a future,

Hope being their only friend,

 

Taken upon that dark empty day,

This had become the main known,

Everything else had shrunk to dream,

Pain being their reality,

 

Days and seconds muddled together,

Time no longer of importance,

Everything taken from her on that day,

Solitude had become her norm,

 

Hope fading a light with no energy,

Life draining through fingertips,

Prayers halted for faith deleted,

Nothing being her comfort,

 

They say 24 hours is the time,

To find the victim healthy and alive,

So, what do they say,

After a year of hopeless searching,

 

Only a day too late,

Found curled in corner tears in eyes,

Fingers curled around last remnant,

Heart run out of life, silenced in grief,

 

Hope was not a friend,

Freedom did come a day too late,

Their little girl, lost all faith,

Passed away, in the dark of deep.

Reviews

[Chilson, Joshua]

Very deep poem, that coming from someone that is accustomed to the dark should scream emotion. Thanks for the request Willa. Our minds have a way of finding what is in the deep recesses that we barely ever decide to enter into, sometimes it's unavoidable.

[WillaDanvers]

thank you for reading and reviewing! :)

[Hebe]

Creates feelings of deep sadness ....you capture the loss effectively. ..