A poem I had written some time back that Id like to share: Theres a darkness in me With a hunger I cant quench, Like a fire burning within. It cries for attention, Scratching at the surface. It fear it will peak someday. There is so much I seek to know about myself, Though there is a lot I have already discovered. The cold, lonely depths of my darkness stay hidden to many, But have become oh too acquainted with myself. A conniving darkness with a friendly mask, A mask crafted by deceit itself, Yet I yearn not for perfection. So many thoughts dwell within my mind, In a battlefield of sorts. Fighting for acknowledgment & execution, Fighting to graduate to action. Abandoned, Rejected, Misconstrued, Emotions that I often face, Sometimes even I confuse myself & I throw my hands up in the air, Not knowing what to say. Expression is no problem of mine, However, my complexity is. I am sometimes lost in the forest of my psyche, Forever expanding, Never ending like a babbling brook. Humans, Such interesting creatures we are. An assortment of simplistic to eccentric. Observation, A long lost art. Look around you & take notice of your surroundings, Your company, Not just those you chose to notice. Observe them all! The glances of an eye, The swish of a hand, The way of a chuckle or giggle. Even their walks as they pass by. The silence & stillness of an individual may express a thousand words. Sometimes good, Sometimes bad. For silence is not always golden It is sometimes cold & desolate, Cynical & dark. The most frightening of things can be found in the shadows of the mind. In the shadows of alluring mystery. A mystery so profound, Yet so dangerous. One must always beware of mans curious nature A trait that has been our downfall for many years, But a trait we have benefited from greatly. One must ask oneself, Is it worth it?
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 20:00:26 +0000
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