Going dark

Written by: Stefania Carmen Misaila

Forgive me that I haven’t died,
My illness is just temporary, 
The entire world has raged 
For me, but my sickness
Will eventually pass.

I shall hike underground,
Where my heart is now a tomb.
Where waves of fire
Burn my cheek 
And turn the day in continual night.

Dark days, I shall leave
And take them as they are.
Evening’s light will harm me, still,
While elapsing through my thorns.
Punishment for going dark.

Forgive me that I haven’t died,
You can laugh all you want
When I’ll be crossing 
The mythical river
And become my personal
Prometheus.
I’ll be holding the world
On my shoulders, if I can,
While crows dagger my 
Sinful flesh.
I, this dark angel Prometheus,
Hold my existence in these palms…



© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila