Darkness's Test

A test of dakness...are you strong enough to ace it...

A swallow of fear;

a cold dark stair.

Within these moments

you begin to realize who you are.

You ask youself,

how far would I go...?

The darkness is in your head.

You can feel it clouding your brain

and messing with your train of thought.

It's testing you to see

how strong you are.

Your surroundings are very loud

and yet you can hear you own heart

beating and your blood flowing through

you veins.

A step of courage

a slit of the throat.

But who's throat?

Yours?

Theirs.

Is it your's?

You can't feel the pain

of the cold blood running down your

neck, but you can see the red.

Are you dead?

Alive?

In between?

You are dead.

And yet people can still see you.

How?

It is all a game and a vision

of the darkness in your mind.

You still have to take it,

and you are dead!!??!!

You still have to suck it up and fight.

But who do you fight with?

You fight with yourself.

The part of you that never found

its place.

The part of you in which,

it never belonged with you.

The part that was screwed up.

Do you win the fight?

YES?
NO?

Is it even possible that

you would win the fight?

YES.

You win.

And yet, the lights never turn on.

The path you walk is never smoothed out.

You are never reborn.

This is all just another test.

Another test from the darkness.

But how do you escape it?

Suicide?

Maybe.

But you are dead.

You could always try to forget it all

and maybe you would wake uop from a bad

dream.

No.

Never.

You decide the rest,

for it is, your test.

Author's Note

Just read it and tell me what you think about it. PLEASE AND THANK YOU! :>D

Reviews

[Picture of Poetry]

I LOVE IT!


:>B

[SM Davis]

The part of you in which,
it never belonged with you.
The part that was screwed up.
Do you win the fight?
YES?
NO?
Is it even possible that
you would win the fight?
YES.
You win.
And yet, the lights never turn on.


I really liked this poem. I would have to say that this is a fantastic metaphoric display of depression? Perhaps an innerstruggle that may come with the humanity that accompanies being in such a dark space. It is a tug of war of sorts with the inner soul and emotions?

I could be entirely way off base, but this is what comes to mind. this is beautiful and supposing. Your imagery here really jumps off the page. It could be an acceptance of sorts, but despite what the words say it feels like the character here did NOT give up...even though the struggle is continuous. The fight must go on....sort of thing.

Whatever it is that this is really meant to mean, I find it a fantastic emoting piece.

[ANNA]

I can't say how much you just made that real for me. WOW creepy... as being the one that haunts yourself. I know how that is! To test yourself. Fight your inner evil. You describe everything! Your whole piece. You gave us all a question we ask are self in dark times!!

a slit of the throat.
But who's throat?
Yours?
Theirs.
Is it your?>> ( Love it!)

But who do you fight with
You fight with yourself.
The part of you that never found
its place.
The part of you in which,
it never belonged with you.
The part that was screwed up.
Do you win the fight?
YES?
NO?
Is it even possible that
you would win the fight?>> ( like I said you did a great job making us think)

But my fav part is: >>>
And yet, the lights never turn on.
The path you walk is never smoothed out.
You are never reborn.
This is all just another test.
Another test from the darkness.
But how do you escape it?
Suicide?
Maybe.
But you are dead.

Amazing!!!!
Thank you for sharing
Much love n respect,
Anna

[Blue Sky]

it does trickle
with the thoughts
gets one to really question,
and one that is quite intense
deeply imbuing with feelings
it reels the reader right along
with these thoughts of strength

Excllent piece, very effective
creating an impact!

[Sarah]

Very intense battle that seems to be occuring within a person's head. The battle, perhaps, that one faces during death, particularly if they are confused about dying. Great job. =)