DARKNESS

poem by: Graham Jenkinson
Written on Feb 12, 2017

In the Darkness
He follows me along the dark streets of my mind 
I hear his footsteps following closely behind
He plays with my thoughts and lives in my dreams 
He is the quiet voice that calls out to me 
Whispering in my ear the need to free
He is the darkness that is inside of me 
He is the deviant shadow nobody sees 
I stand in the shadow of his heart and tell him 
I am not afraid of his endless darkness
I stand alone in that all consuming blackness
So the darkness is what I became 
The darkness that filled my soul, my life
An escape hole hidden away from everyone 
From that darkness to light I could see
The brightness hurting my eyes my senses 
Yet from the light darkness remains invisible 
That hidden in the shadows remains elusive 
A darkness that is tangible but feels nothing 
Freedom to be who I am who I want to be 
Never seeking out the light and visibility 
Preferring to remain unknown unseen
Just darkness all around enveloping me 
Blackness all around silence I hear 
Where am I? who am I? I no longer know but unafraid 
Just the crushing weight of this viscus darkness 
Trapped in Cimmerian blackness atromentus in its depth 
Nothingness, silence, devoid of light freedom to be 
Hidden in this Stygian darkness, black like ink
I stand in the shadow of its heart and say 
I am not afraid of your endless darkness
Because darkness is who I have become

 

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Ozakpo Meshach commented:
talks of darkness as a person...quite good
Christopher Russon commented on Jan 23, 2018 at 11:44am
Excelent poem.many folk live in the darkness but eventually find light.

 

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