Slow Death

Slow Death

There were times I watched as night closed in.

 It is not so much the start of night as the ending of the day. 

A darkened spot, a stain indented. 

Realizing that the brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
 

I wanted to freeze moments of time and I knew this was not my life.

Whispering dark secrets into the lonely emptiness of my room,

 

I hold myself, slowly tremble and die a little inside.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Gedalya]

Everything is well complimented here, from the gif. the music and the poem itself. A great selection of colors on the palette. This was easy to digest and yet gain insight from, it was like a a full-course meal on a silver platter.
Love the ethos presented here.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I like this piece and the music you chose to put with it.

[Shaquana Adams]

"Realizing that the brightest light casts the darkest shadow."

Beautifully stated. Great job :)

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you! :)

[Shaquana Adams]

You're welcome