Burning Darkness

by Xinithium

in Poetry

Burning Darkness

A soul on a box
A cursed life, a paradox
All four walls laid on lots
Chances, taken. Chances, lost.

Look into the depths -- See the Darkness in me
Falling through the threats of knowledge seeking spree
Clinging to the Truth, let the Anger be
Ascending to be couth, shatter Fallen Sea

A soul on a box
A cursed paradox; A flame, a fire, a foe.
Walls so flimsy, quickly burning caught
A flame, a fire, a fiend.

A hollow shell-like sorrow spreads
They bend, then burn, then break.
All of what Tomarrow cries, "What is wrong with me!?"
Nothing seems to answer--for all is lost to cancer..

"Can I still be me!?"

A soul no longer boxed
By blending anger, hate.
Darkness burns so bright
Time to rebuild, to be...

A flame...A fire...

...A friend.

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May 27th 2009
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...No, it didn't last. Catastrophy struck a month or two later, and it brought the demons back. They squeezed throw the hole in the lock and broke open the door.

This is the poem I wrote to fend them off. They fled in fear.

This is the end for them, I had hoped.

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