In the Dark
The darkness hides me,
no one can see,
no one can hear my heart
and I feel safe because
of my new-found invisibility;
I’m cold, alone and unforgiven.
All products of my weakness…
let my penance wash over me
like a flagellant’s whip;
the blood bubbles through
each piercing and flows
off my back forming a sinful
red pool of guilt and remorse.
The masked wooden faces
that stare down at me
mock my gestures with silence,
they are my only witnesses
but they’ll never tell about my madness.
Depression is a heavy cloak,
it comes down hard like the night
my only reprieve is when
the ghosts of dawn appear.
Is it pride or fear that keeps us here?
I’m not afraid anymore,
there is comfort in the darkness,
my silent friend.
From here I can see the end.
My life is a soap bubble…
written 09/09/17 for the contest IN THE DARK
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