~*~*~
I know now,
How undeserving
I have always been,
Of the happiness
Most people receive,
And I know,
I was always a fool,
To long for the impossible,
To want something more,
For such things are given,
Only to people in the rainbows,
Never to dark souls like my own.
And now I have come
To accept this darkness,
Where I can hide
With my plastic smile,
And a knife in my hands,
To fend off all intruders,
I no longer wish for light,
As the darkness is my only friend,
And I know I am safe here,
From the turning of the world,
I have come to accept
My everlasting solitude,
And I long for nothing more.
~*~*~
I won’t like this post! it’s very well written, but … you know my opinion!
I know your opinion…but I somehow think I’m better off this way 🙂
thank you for writing this. when I read dark poetry, I don’t feel so dark myself. Jayne
🙂 I am fond of dark poetry
ME TOO!
Dear poet, even if the dark night of the soul nourishes your art, there are signs of distress that I can let going by. Do you want to die? If it’s the case, please stay in touch with me or a friend with whom you can talk about this. If it is not the case, then I wish you peace.
Thank you for your concern, but honestly there is nothing to be worried about 🙂 I just find that being a solitary being works out better than being surrounded by people. I wish you peace too 🙂
dear deadpoet,
the angst written here are biting, razor sharp and double edged. i am just thinking what circumstances that made you write this. such amazing darkness. 🙂
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