a midnight prayer

a midnight prayer

A Poem by quill of shadows

teers of icy sorrow a Stoney heart faded black 
corrupted by my demons because I've sobcomed to their  attack 
my gaze to the heavens I fall on calloused knees 
Begging forgiveness God help me please 
the stuggle within a fight so long fought
is it to late for my soul I pray to god not
to long have thees deemens torn into my hart 
thretend my sanaty and ripped me apart
though few people know the jolly person they see
is a liy to them and mabby even to me 
i laugh so often just so i wont screem
i whish i could be the person i seem 
not the beast i unleash only when im alone 
why cant i change this person who to only me is known 
the beast remains hidden and so shall it be
until i can acsept or change this darker side of me

© 2017 quill of shadows


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wow babby thats realy deep

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very dark and rather chilling. I imagine someone battling with a horrible choking depression or perhaps this is not meant to be personal then I'd see it as someone struggling with their inner beast, say a werewolf. Either way this is done very well in its expression of the battle with personal darkness.

Posted 14 Years Ago


A very dark and well crafted poem~ nicely donE!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very dark but that's what I love! Amazing as always! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


very deep and dark. I like this one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow...deep. And dark. I like it >:D Everybody has a dark side, unfortunately, mine is incredibly bitchy. ^^ Very good poem though. It's good to find somceone else on here who knows how to rhyme well.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Added on May 20, 2008
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quill of shadows
quill of shadows

Omak, WA



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im willie ever since i was able to hold a pencle i fownd myself drawing every chance i got however in recent years iv discoverd that writing was another relevant and usfull form of exprestion and ange.. more..

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