hidden -
lurking
in the shadows,
where the heavens meet the earth
where dawn touches dusk
where the sea embraces itself
hidden -
lurking
in the faded, distant memories
locked away ... inside
my frail and tattered soul
why have you gone?
i cannot see you -
i cannot feel you
here, alone
in the deepest stalk of darkness
i waiver, without you
why have you gone?
i thirst for you,
why have you gone?
you have left me
shattered,
shredded and torn -
an empty desiccated shell
hidden -
lurking
in the loneliest
cavern of darkness,
a miniscule and frail
shard of light
i shall find it
blossoming
in the deepest stalk of darkness
Written by the.red.mantissa
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5 comments:
Oh, wow, this is good!
your way of narrating things in your poem in a lucid way is mind blowing. why dont u compile your works and make a book.
That was awesome. And familiar. I like your style. :)
Yes, this is very very good!
"here, alone
in the deepest stalk of darkness"
I love that line! The choice of the word stalk itself is genius and describes perfectly how all kinds of darkness creep up on us.
I like the idea that darkness itself can still nuture a soul. That's what I make of this.
oh, wow. "this ole thang..." she said, softly, to no one in particular, when she read the comments.
thanx to all, its humbling. i wrote this a while ago ... and never shared it with anyone, i don't think.
i have thought for a while i should dust off my poems and take them for a test drive ... and i sometimes have thought some sort of compilation might be a worthy project ... i suppose there are people out there that read poetry, right?
the 'deepest stalk of darkness' ... that phrase i found thru a dear friend, who translates bengali poetry in his spare time ... it sparked something in me. the words spoke to me.
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