Her Inner Darkness

A poem of mine from a few years ago.

Every day I see it,

The Darkness inside her,

Growing,

Brooding.

 

She acts for it,

It controls her,

Walking,

Talking.

 

Her lips say no,

But her eyes betray her,

Clouding,

Staring.

 

The Darkness is a mercenary,

An agent of Death,

Watching,

Waiting.

 

I hope it won’t take her,

Ensnare her in its grip,

Fretting,

Praying.

She wouldn’t be alone,

A part of me would leave,

Crying,

Dying.

 

I want to save her,

And hold her close,

Hoping,

Needing.

 

From Death’s cold blade,

From her own blood,

Seeking,

Sighing.

 

But my distress in vain,

She falls to the ground,

Leaving,

Gone…

Reviews

[Bowers]

wow, that was beautiful yet sad at the same time, I really enjoyed reading this poem, it was a very good write!

[Kaylie]

This is amazing, I really enjoyed this :)

[Jared Michael Smith]

Thank you very much! :D

[SaraJayne96]

I like it :) i really like the perspective you took on it! 👏

[Jared Michael Smith]

Thanks! :D

[EloisaWrites]

I'm loving your style! :)

[Jared Michael Smith]

Thank you! :D