Dark Poems

It has been so dark, like a night that lasts for days,

and as it lifts—calm, clarity.

But the dark comes again, darker than before

Shades of blackness that chill the soul, I glimpse madness.

In the solitude I have driven myself to find

I grasp the lonely pen and crinkled paper,

pouring out my heart and soul until I am empty

As black inside, as out, I sink into the void;

I’m relieved to be back, I long for this place.

In my waking sanity and reprieve from the dark,

where my art languishes and seems to fade,

the pen is made lonely by the light in my eyes.

Miss me no longer my sweet companions.

Till once more I have undone my soul to you,

leaving the scars of ink as tribute to darkness and pain

no longer inside my mind, I sink back into the pillows

to cry out my relief, till frustration overtakes me

reminding me that I am once again at my starting place.

Void of the knowledge you called forth from me

I have no use now. The words are dried up.