WHERE THE DARKNESS

It is in my darkest hours, it seems, when creativity is at its highest point. A necessary tool, along with solitude, destitution and emotional drainage. And a dictionary, of course.

The most dark of an hour, sweetest,

For in that span my voice reflects

The shadows and reason of my mind -

What is at first most unforeseen

Slowly brightens with the dimness

Of a past and forgotten light -

Did I hear a whimper there

In some corner of my brain?

Could it have cried from lost romance

Or the pain of never belonging?

Can I smell a faded rose,

Its petals black with Time?

Will I ever feel that hand

In the dark to drag me, screaming,

'Please take me to your corner,

Don't leave me here, light will come

And forgetfulness abides -

I should be where I can see,

There where the darkness hides -

Reviews

[Dom]

I really enjoyed reading this. It was very creative and flowed nicely. Great job!