Glitter
The whispers of my
conscience thunders through my mind
In hopes of silencing
the screams that eat at the walls of my hallow thoughts
Is this all there is
to me now; Shadow and despair, without aim or purpose?
Should blackest night
desire me, should I go gentle into that good night?
The light rages on,
shadows whisper, yet they terrify.
There is much
whisper, yet it speaks of a nameless fear
The time has come,
the fight has begun and yet strength fails to present itself.
In the stillness of
night thought strays from perfect peace to daunting wonders
Thoughts of what can
never be but yet now is
Thoughts of whom one should
never speak of yet words would fill the pages of a book
And still fail to
capture what was once a ray of sunlight; a glitter like that of polished
diamonds…
All is but shadow now;
just an unbalanced equation
There is nothingness
and the void is ever present
The vacuum of outer
space holds more matter in comparison
There is no need to
fight for there is nothing to gain yet a loss will be garnered if there is no
fight
If the battle is
pointless and will yield no reward, how can it be of value?
By Daine O. King
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