The Darkness Within

Man's heart, a dark abyss, Its depth polluted by that innate darkness Which was always there for that sole purpose, Looking back into the mirror of childhood, A smile across my face creeps, How zany it is That this dark mind Could be so translucent, gullible and terribly fragile Unimaginable 'twould seem for it to come to this state The mind of man is dynamic Though its idiosyncrasies may be static It slowly crumbles like poorly reinforced pillars, Under the pressure of the currents of dark, dynamic torrents, Thereby letting the dreaded darkness seep in Straight paths turn crooked, Translucency is a thing of the past E'en the blinding rays of honesty This dark fortress can't breach The word "straight" no longer bears no coherent meaning, For crookedness is a concept, Created to make the crooked paths Of darkness straight Dreaded, e'en by dark beings this darkness is, Perhaps such fear is hypocritical, Employed only to mask crooked trails, For many I know are filled with this darkness Except for a naive few Which into the the darkness haven't matured Hope is not lost Hopefully, the illumination of honesty Will emerge from the midst of darkness Before the very darkness we fear permeates us all.