In the Dark

Your whispers in the darkness - 
I hear when I approach sleep
Keeping me awake, unable to defend
Little stabbing swords of words -
Crushing down and grinding deep,
Silent tearng of human souls
Dig my grave and dig it deep.

The light, a shield, I could have
From tiny swords of little words
If I could find before I'm dead.
For in the light - your whispers stop,
Your words for me not said aloud
In fear I'll find your weakest spot
And break you down with all your lot.

Sadly enough, from me, light stays hidden
And in the grave, my body's ridden.
My story carved into a gravestone,
Etched in a dialect unknown
So next person will be unable to decipher
Perils of the darkness in whispers said low

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

There are some excellent element to this poem, but there are some areas that need a little tidying up for this to read well. Good job just the same.

[Kiara]

amazing!
your poetry is a pleasure to read
and I must say you express so very well
this piece is a keeper -arabella