Obsidian

Once formed of lava,

I have solidified.

Packed within an impenetrable covering,

Layers conceal my surface.

Grew up in darkness,

Black being a favourite.

Couldn't repress the emotions,

Which became quite prominent.

The stones inside the dark body,

Hardened like an unbreakable glass.

Tattered fan,

Suddenly became one.

Nails increased like the night's phantom,

Lurking in some corner of my childhood room.

Subtle nudity,

Clad in pristine white

Would still enhance,

Those black attributes.

As they say,

"For every black there is a white,

For every day there is a night."

Author's Note

thanks for reading

Reviews

[Rosezelene Ersa]

This was definitely interesting; the use of obsidian as your topic was unique. The tone of the whole poem gives a very melancholy feel, as though the speaker is embedding a sense of banal everyday life into the reader... which is unusual due to the content.
Overall a striking poem and an interesting read.

-R.E

[fattycbreezy52]

cannot thank you enough but thank you:)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Aaaahhhhh.....at least is not kryptonite.....:)

Poems containing lava makes this volcano happy......:D

[fattycbreezy52]

Haha..you can count on me...:)
Thanks :).

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there is a deep sense of mystery locked away in your words...obsidian is such wonderful volcanic glass formed under perfect conditions and is so versatile in is usage...though we aren't talking about geological formations are we? :) ...love the personification in this piece and you are right: with black comes white and day, night....great pic, too, by the way :)

[fattycbreezy52]

thanks a lot FT.......It's good to get some encouragement back:)

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My pleasure, as always, FCB :)