Duisternis
With closed eyes and open minds, I am
Indwelling, concentrated, secretive
Unhidden yet hard to notice
Visible yet obscuring, hard to see through
My grave silence returns
Peace, hatred, vengeance and death
In me are days born with riches quietly cursing
Evil, undifferentiated yet so full of blessings
And echoes of realities dawning, ever so naturally
Where the smiles have long faded, and the tears can never dry up
From a weeping spirit recalling,
How the moments pass
With all her rushing waves, and memories made
Right there without a single ray, sinful
Having intercourses, desires and fears unspoken
Tormented, uncertain and ignorant
All her noises are dead, buried with all the chaos and the nights
In her past, present and future, existing
In an endless timeline
Overcome by the light, scorched by fire
Hurt by brimstone, she and her lovers
Refusing the knowledge of truth,
Now scarred by a nature created by absence, lack and decisions
Blindly made, easy to tell destruction’s mission
Hard to see it’s gain,
Where was harmony in all the ruckus?
What is darkness but an obstacle hiding obstacles?
I looked and saw in my reflection, pure blackness
And our lives mapped out with no place for hope
With closed eyes and open minds, I am what I am
And I am but doom’s way home
Copyright © Ebenezer McDappa | Year Posted 2022
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