The Dark
I've been to dark places
way off in the weeds
where many a devil
does devilish deeds
I spent so much time there
familiar it grew
in search of its secrets
known only by few
And what I discovered
and what it revealed
had come with the price
of my soul to yield
And thusly surrendered
the darkness received
while leaving me empty
and lonely and grieved
It vied for attention
since I was a child
by implanting thoughts
that were utterly wild
Such thoughts that no children
should ever have known
lest forces unseen
had purposely sown
The darkness grows darker
the deeper you go
and far more alluring
it's wonders to show
Any issues encountered
are handled within
by the blackest of means
with a chuckle and grin
I've been to dark places
I know where they are
Just off the main highway
and not very far
The people encountered
within that domain
whose twilight existence
is deathly profane
They beat on the living
but they can't beat the dead
who no longer suffer
for their daily bread
For the dead have no trouble
they create no more spark
and they certainly aren't
afraid of the dark
© Mike Wise
3-19-26
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