Come, enter my Darkness
Step in and take a deep breath
Let your eyes adjust to its depths
Try to penetrate its density with your gaze
Feel your way around, dare to step forward
Plunge into it if you intend to find me
Call my name, hear your voice bounce back
Can you hear that echo, is it a tunnel or a cave?
It is cold; it smells damp in here
Don’t touch the walls; the moss covered walls
The stone is chilled under your feet
Water is pooling at your ankles
Don’t be still; Vines will grow on you
Just like they grow on me, Thorny vines
That thing crawling on your back like Spiders
Are my thoughts, that have webbed me in
Snakes slither and coil around your back
Hissing things unspoken into your ear
Don’t be fooled by the incantations they murmur
For poison is their fangs that lick you
Arch your neck up; there are rafters there
Bats hang there; they are venomous
On the crack in the wall, there is a Red Rose
The last life that will wither soon
Do me one last favour, my love
Light that lone match in your matchbox
Set this place on fire, burn it down
My blood is the all it needs to consume
Fuelling it, as it swallows like hungry beast
You can’t take me with you my love
But you can free me from my Prison
Liberate my soul from the pain of my body
Let me be unchained from the links of fate
Torch the walls, the vines, the rafters, the darkness
Let the bats, the spiders, the thorns, turn to ashes
And see me smile once and for last time
As I watch them, all incinerate around me
Before I dissolve into a puff of smoke
At last released, At last at peace
For my soul has wings of feather
And now I fly into the Light…..
That is what Love does
It vanquishes all the darkness
It becomes the saviour
It burns bright and brilliant


2 thoughts on “

  1. Wow. Thank you for writing without apologies and letting yourself become so raw and vividly sharp as the emotions that led you to the lamplight by which you brought pen to paper. There’s not any fear in the writing yet you expose inner pain and the scary certainty of the dark cave the human mind contains along with the high sunny mountains capped with pristine white snow and pure oxygen to breath. I feel grateful to have had the opportunity to be allowed to read your mind’s workings.

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