Bending the darkness

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Look at you cowering, haunted by fiction,

shapes at the window of menacing tone

Tearing your hope into shreds as you lie there,

gazing at ceilings and feeling alone

 

Afraid to put both of your feet on the carpet,

hands neath the bed will be slicing your skin

Each tiny noise a volcanic eruption,

stalking your mind, it’s about to begin

 

Puddles of stench line the gutters of nowhere,

terror the class that has taken a seat

Staring at clocks on the faces of buildings,

waiting for dark so their bellies may feast

 

Appetites strung on a line made of nightmares,

low in the middle from gathering weight

Clouds overhead cast a blanket of secrets,

hiding the moon in its delicate state

 

Claws on the ground carry wings carved of leather,

eyes crimson red, dripping stares at the door

Paint if you like, for an X tells them nothing,

only when feeding they’ll even the score

 

Shadows on avenues lurk past the railings,

low tenor moaning their late evening song

Hide in the corners, but still they will find you,

cry if you must for it won’t be too long

 

Peer from the covers, your fears they are waiting,

calling your name in an echoed refrain

Lapping reflections from water so stagnant,

remnants of filth tossed about in the rain

 

Know this my friend, in a term used defiant,

answers aren’t penned in some book on a shelf

No fancy title with gold-colored letters,

all that you need can be found in yourself

 

Break free these chains that are holding you tightly,

open your eyes, there is so much to see

Breathe in the air for the sun it is shining,

shake off the rust and be all you can be

 

Always there’ll be someone bending the darkness,

pulling and dragging each star from the sky

Show them your wings spun of pride woven fabric,

give them a smile, it is your turn to fly

 

You can beat anything you set your mind to,

no matter what someone else has to say

Hold your head high, watch the monsters now fleeing,

this is your time and today is your day

 

Author's Note

I thought I might post a darker one.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Why did I have to wait until midnight to read this one? I have a feeling tonight will be a spooky biscuits night, despite your more upbeat last verse.
And me new to this place too, with all its new noises and shadows.
But more importantly than anything else I was thinking, what was that noise? It may just be an old boiler creaking, but why does it have to sound like a screech from a witch caught in the wrong gear?
😊

[willweb]

Don't worry, I think the closet door is locked and there is so much stuff crammed under the bed if anything could live under there it would be quite small. : )
Thanks my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Does it take a monster to defeat a monster?
Do we have to turn into one to win?

there are times when we bend the darkness toward us, and those nightmares fly off the line and through our windows, just when we least expected.
Great poem rises out of your dark side, will,
j.

[willweb]

I don't know, but it takes something to face them and defeat them. But I guess that leaves the question, who is right and who is wrong? All I know is there are some monsters that people fear that do not exist except for in their own minds and those are the ones they need to rid themselves of. Thanks my friend.