My Darkness
These are my darkness.
Of the warm tears falling down my cold
cheek.
A raven fluttering its wings
over night filled with tender dreams.
These are my darkness.
Of the cares never received, only perceived,
hopelessly.
A blister cold beneath my teeth
that clench down the truth I scream.
These are my darkness.
Of the hands grasping, stitched upon my
knees.
A restless pleading that would send me
outward to take hold other hearts beating.
These are my darkness.
Of feeling and being so unseen that I'm
deteriorating.
A camera capturing a high speed
decay, overlooked and fascinating.
These are my darkness.
Of the blurring eyes and face pixelating
slowly.
A girl who's easily forgotten and forgetting
that she was loved once sacrificially.
These are my light and my darkness.
Of the blood and body that is actively
dying.
A promise not felt currently, poignantly,
but exists, nevertheless, eternally.
