Going Dark
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
Copyright © Stefania Carmen Misaila | Year Posted 2009
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