Where Darkness Lingers

Dear Sophie, will you hold me once more?

I have dove into pasts, and my chest is quite sore.

Unleash what has risen and release what is lost-"

For Sophie you’re all I have, and my sorrow bears it’s cost.

Soul-deep in the ocean,

Hearing hymns of the whales,

Singing; “Come near where dark lingers,”

Hearing nothing but tide’s wails.

Looking up to the sky to see if you were chosen-

If only you died in the stars,

Maybe then the darkness would soften,

Maybe then I could mend the scars.

But the stars kept their secrets,

And the waves held their tears,

So I stand in the quiet,

Buried in my fears.

Alone in the dark, as I lay in my bed,

Dear Sophie I saw you,

But now I see red.

Reviews

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

I love this poem. It beautifully conveys grief and longing, weaving sorrow into the imagery of the sea and sky. The sense of loss is palpable, and the emotional depth makes it incredibly moving. The contrast between hope and despair is powerful, drawing the reader into the speaker’s pain. This is a wonderfully written and hauntingly evocative piece!

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Powerful.

[Pryde Foltz]

Well ... you write amazingly.

[Twilight]

This reads somewhat like a lament, riven through with deep sadness.

The ocean is mentioned, and in view of your deep loss; what better place - to allow yourself to sink into? At least there, the waters would conceal your tears of bitterness..?

You're scarred too, by the loss of Sophie; with a mind wanting to heal your emotional scars.

When finally in bed at night, alone in the dark; you imagine that you've seen her. But, that was just a fleeting phantom image. A mirage, maybe.? Instead, you must work at doing what's needed for the red part of you; as and when you're free to. Otherwise, frustration and bitterness might gradually eat up your very soul..?

[Catherine]

Thanks for sharing this. The red part was blood—it shows how his pain finally consumed him. The ocean feels like both a hiding place for his grief and a symbol of how overwhelming it all became. Sophie’s memory lingers, but so do the scars, and they’re what ultimately led to his breaking point.

[Twilight]

There is no clue to any "him" or male figure anywhere in this poem, so I had to draw other conclusions in part. By using "I", it could easily have been yourself mourning the loss of Sophie; so I could only work with what I have.

[Twilight]

Red is a commonly used word to represent blood, but not always.