Beneath the Veil of Darkness
Ive seen this word before
So many times something like a cloud
A dark cloud that never
Ceases
Sometimes it floats right in
Suffocating the last strand of joy
In this young being.
Ive grown old and weary
A thousand steps behind life
In this wilderness
Theres me and no one else
Which brings me to these 8 letters
SOLITUDE
Not by choice as I choose to live
Live by the substance
Of my shadow creeping on the walls
Without a whisper of LOVE
Not the kind that takes your breath away
For Ive watched my spirit burned
From the very essence of its corousel
A fake love
That brings you to your knees.
How many times have I seen
The emptiness that fills the inside
With common silence
A saddening one
The same one
That tears me to asunder
In this lingering darkness
Ive watched the walls close in
With the word -
FRIENDLESS
Written all over it
The same word Ive grown into
At the break of each sluggish day.
Not that my core is weak
By the very tramplings of it
When this thing called
HOPE
Springs forth like light
At the edge of this darkness
Painfully cold
As cold as the remembered years
And of the lunar days of June.
Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2015
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