That Dark Place
Feeling of sheer disgrace,
Sudden shame-stricken face,
All at the murmur of that thought,
That damned accursed thought that may not be fought,
That Dark Place
Have I already lost this race,
Am I a mouse in this cat chase,
To make it there feelings will have to burn,
Cherished memories are no longer allowed to be a concern,
That Dark Place
Malice and hatred are all that survives,
Trapped becomes the soul beneath glassy glossed over eyes,
So much is hollow and empty,
Shadows here are cruelly tempting,
For unknown reasons to vibrant life I become so resenting,
That Dark Place
Burning stinging blinding like mace,
Cold and gentle while it smothers me like the deceit of erotically inviting lace,
Only the strongest may survive there,
Otherwise your weakness becomes consuming pain as if fire was set to your very air,
Hiding beneath the surface pressing against falsely innocent skin,
Only filled with the most treacherous of sins,
That Dark Place
Located locked so deep within my mind,
Only accessible with stopped moments of silenced and isolated time,
Once fully opened never-more shall it be confined,
That Dark Place.
Copyright © Joshua Arnett | Year Posted 2011
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