Pitch Black

The stars shine forever

But forever doesn't shine.

If it did I wouldn't be so lost,

In the dark as to what's ahead.

 

My crystal ball to the past,

It is unclouded and bright.

My nightlight and warmth.

It maybe all I have.

 

Like a moth, I hover close.

I wanted to let it guide me,

Only to discover it's useless,

Set in its stone.

 

Occasionally I wander

Away from my asylum.

As curiosity over rides anxiety

But only for a second.

 

Stumbling blindly.

Searching for a light switch.

I find doors and windows,

Still pitch black on the other side.

 

So forever I stand

Frozen in fear

Of all things I can't see,

And what might find me.

Reviews

[Beth]

I sometimes still get frightened of the dark and 'sense' things that could possibly be there. Then I turn on the light... and they aren't. :P

I don't think that you're talking about actual physical dark though - I think you're talking about the dark of fear, of not knowing what the future holds and being afraid to go seek it out.

[Jason Henry]

you hit fear of the future right on the noggin...excellent work

[Jet Lag]

suggested correction:
As it's set in it's stone -- to As it's set in its stone

nice topic.
my favorite lines:
So forever I stand
Frozen in fear
Of all things I can't see,
And what might find me.

[Jaclyn]

As per usual, I can deeply feel the mood you have set in this poem. So desolate really...I sound like a broken record, don't I? Well, it's always true when I read your stuff. You can really suck me into a mood and get me feeling exactly what you need to get me to feel as a reader. :)

Oh, and I wrote an ABC poem after reading yours...it blows, but I'm going to post it. Read?

[Emily B]

The fear of darkness can overtake your whole life if you let it . . . your words reminded me of this.

[Chillbear Latrigue]

The implications of this poem are almost frightening. You describe fear beautiful without using sensationalistic words. Congratulations on this accomplishment.

[Summer R]

Really nice,great wrighting

[Jacqueline]

I remembered reading something about being afraid of the dark is really a fear of the unknown. You can't see beyond the blackness and your mind plays tricks on you allowing your imagination to conjure up all sorts of dangers.

Reading your poem brings me back to my fear of sleeping with my bed under a window; what if someone (thing?) reached in and grabbed me? The line about finding the light yet the darkness outside had you frozen in fear sent chills down my spine. Great drop.

[Diana Owen Busy with Li..]

this sounds like my poem voices in my head. I really enjoyed this poem. Fear is fear itself fearing the unknown is only natural. you penned this piece wonderfully.

[Robert Luna]

The greatest fear that we all have is the unknown. The possibilities of what tomorrow might bring. We struggle with a type of fear that can and often does lead us to a point in which we start to be scared of the everything that lurks around behind the scenes. We live life and we learn from our mistakes. Constantly moving forward to find that place where we are able to be content with who we are and where we have been.

[Rain]

You did a wonderful job describing the gripping fear, but I have to add this. It's been proven that over 90% of what we worry about never happens. Man, your fear is palable in this piece. Rain..