This poem was the first of many that I did throughout my time in high school. We got the assignment in class and about ten minutes later I brought it up to the teacher and she was appalled, "This is really good. You don't really feel that way do you?" At the time I said 'no'. Recently though in life I have been overtaken by the......
DARKNESS
I laugh
I cry
I am excited by things
I love to be alone though
There's a dark part of me
Few people know of it
Once a person knows my darkness
They get a piece of it
That is how it spreads
That is why I know few
For if I knew many
The world would die
Everyone would become my darkness
No one would have the will to live
Yet no one would want to die
That is the way of my darkness
The pit of my despair
The agony of my heart
To not want to live
Yet not have the will
Not have the guts
Not have the courage
To pull the trigger
Or drag the knife across the wrists
So, yet I live
To have a destiny
A destiny I do not care for
That is my darkness
My pain
Seeing this poem again and reiterating it really makes me remember who I am and who I have been since my younger years. I am intrigued by the strange and deep dark things that go bump in the night. Always had a fascination with the more macabre things in life. Things I have been repressing for quite some time now. Maybe now is the time to tackle the demons that lurk within me and face them head on. Alcohol has been no help when trying to put the beasts to rest. Feels good to go back and take a look at where you started. Feel free to comment. I actually got this poem published in a freelance magazine in my town, that felt good.



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