there is eternal darkness...(a poem)
Dec 12, 2016 16:27:18 GMT -5
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Post by pumpkin pie on Dec 12, 2016 16:27:18 GMT -5
there is eternal darkness
in the room
that you think is your own;
where you think you are alone-
but there are shadows
that dance around,
and face you
in every direction,
and at every turn,
and every pointed,
but evenly blended corner-
where no light shines through
and the room is bathed
in a color all the same-
one, dark, black, shadowed;
with blinds locked,
never once having been drawn
in the room that you think is your own-
but where shadows dance
all around you
where confusion swims,
swirls in blankets
of a greying
atmosphere
suffocating and choking
all light, all life
and paranoia
of the mind takes over
and begging,
oh begging please-
let me be free
they whisper to you
knit picky, knit picky
so close their heated
breath sends sweat shivering
through your body;
and taunts-
the laughter tightens
around you
and you feel
them closing in
ever so slightly,
ever so slow-
because they are there
and they want you
to know;
but paralyzed
they induce fear,
eyes frozen wide ice to-
the darkness,
the shadows,
the death;
all here-
in the room
that you think is your own
so now eyes open
to the pitch night
and the unmistakable void,
you see the room
for what it is-
a mind game
the trickery, deceit;
and a little flicker shines-
not darkness, no shadow,
a light in the dark
through silence
and a notion of reality-
a grounding
a dream;
savior-
in this room;
calming, reassurance
yes
you must be alone
and your heart smiles
a happy sigh
with open arms
and passive welcome
as you drift off
and lose your mind
in a world of
what feels like
eternal darkness
and forever dreams
lulling and dragging
down, down deep
further into silence
and the unforgiving mind
but a jerk
and-
writhing, struggling
there's an empty void
and a longing silence
that you can't escape
twisting, turning
eyes closed into
an eternal darkness
no answers, no answers
exhaustion, pain
an ache in the heart
and a broken soul
without remedy or fix
alone, surrounded
clouded with fear
and uncontrollable fits
that claim your body
shaking, crying
a scream out loud
and clenched fists
no way to stop it
breaking, confusion
a mind taken over
and heavy breaths
help help
and maybe,
you're not sleeping after all-
because when
you open your eyes,
all around you still
- eternal darkness,
a scream;
in the room that you thought was your own
in the room
that you think is your own;
where you think you are alone-
but there are shadows
that dance around,
and face you
in every direction,
and at every turn,
and every pointed,
but evenly blended corner-
where no light shines through
and the room is bathed
in a color all the same-
one, dark, black, shadowed;
with blinds locked,
never once having been drawn
in the room that you think is your own-
but where shadows dance
all around you
where confusion swims,
swirls in blankets
of a greying
atmosphere
suffocating and choking
all light, all life
and paranoia
of the mind takes over
and begging,
oh begging please-
let me be free
they whisper to you
knit picky, knit picky
so close their heated
breath sends sweat shivering
through your body;
and taunts-
the laughter tightens
around you
and you feel
them closing in
ever so slightly,
ever so slow-
because they are there
and they want you
to know;
but paralyzed
they induce fear,
eyes frozen wide ice to-
the darkness,
the shadows,
the death;
all here-
in the room
that you think is your own
so now eyes open
to the pitch night
and the unmistakable void,
you see the room
for what it is-
a mind game
the trickery, deceit;
and a little flicker shines-
not darkness, no shadow,
a light in the dark
through silence
and a notion of reality-
a grounding
a dream;
savior-
in this room;
calming, reassurance
yes
you must be alone
and your heart smiles
a happy sigh
with open arms
and passive welcome
as you drift off
and lose your mind
in a world of
what feels like
eternal darkness
and forever dreams
lulling and dragging
down, down deep
further into silence
and the unforgiving mind
but a jerk
and-
writhing, struggling
there's an empty void
and a longing silence
that you can't escape
twisting, turning
eyes closed into
an eternal darkness
no answers, no answers
exhaustion, pain
an ache in the heart
and a broken soul
without remedy or fix
alone, surrounded
clouded with fear
and uncontrollable fits
that claim your body
shaking, crying
a scream out loud
and clenched fists
no way to stop it
breaking, confusion
a mind taken over
and heavy breaths
help help
and maybe,
you're not sleeping after all-
because when
you open your eyes,
all around you still
- eternal darkness,
a scream;
in the room that you thought was your own
