Long Darkness Poems

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The Black Dog

(A tired voice whispers)

It was 3 years ago that I first saw it in my long mirror.

A black dog watching in the shadows.

Then 6 months later, in full view but at a distance. Watching.

Now four years later, it's my best friend.

He follows me everywhere. Sleeps beside me, and lately I can hear him talking.

Talking about my father and about his end.

I went to see Old Shala, and she read my aura and said I was being stalked by a Lylak. 

She asked if I had lost anyone. I said my wife, and she said depression had opened a portal, and it had gotten closer and closer.

So with her permission we had a ceremony. Candles, incantations, and incense.

 Looking in her long mirror, I sensed and watched my only friend leave my side with sad heavy eyes, and slowly move away to the shadows.

When it was in the shadows, the mirror was suddenly broken, trapping it, and another thing happened, which I cannot say to this day.

I paid and left.

Now back alone. 
I still see its red eyes in the dark.

Everywhere in my now empty home 

Shall I call it out?
That old friend of mine or ring up my real friends?

(C) Copyright John Duffy


This poem is about:

Grief after losing a spouse.
Depression becoming identity.
The danger of romanticizing pain.
The loneliness that follows healing.

It does not glorify the darkness—it shows how seductive and persistent it can be.

The voice is reflective, aware, and conflicted. That self-awareness is what separates this from despair and turns it into literature.

For depression doesn’t vanish cleanly. Even after treatment or ritual:

Traces remain.
Fear of relapse lingers.
Familiar pain still “looks back” at you.

If you're feeling depressed, talk to someone. It will make all the difference. Try never to face anything alone. Salute.
Form: Rhyme


I Know You

I see that you've returned to me
though I fought so hard to be rid of you
from the bottom of where hope didn't exist
to this point where you now live
You've made it so I can't explain
nobody seems to know you or the signs of you
there are no words that help define
the changes that you cause for me
They see me sleep beyond whats normal
they've seen me drink without concern
asking me what's wrong with you
but I can't tell them for I do not know
You are not my friend but I know you well
we've both been down this road before
you didn't win then and you will not now
I thought that you were done with me
The darkness you brought you bring again
and I promise to fight you once more
I have the tools and the medicines that I need
to combat the things you do to me
I know your here, I know your back
but you will soon be gone again
I pray for strength when your around
God knows that you don't belong here
I will be free from your powerful grip
for I know your name and I will fight
I will fight,I will win,I will be free
Free from you.... DEPRESSION

Victory in Kindness

[Verse]
In a world that’s cold, I’m running free,
With Castiel by my side, he’s the brave part of me.
Anya's laughter echoes in our little home,
Together we stand, never alone.

Days roll on, bills keep piling high,
But life's a treasure, I won't let it fly.
No time for a man, I’m building this fire,
With each step I take, I climb up higher.

[Chorus]
Watch me rise, watch me shine,
Through the storm, I’ll redefine,
Those who tried to break me down,
Now they’ll see, I wear my crown.
I’m the warrior of love,
I’ll conquer the skies above.

[Verse]
Walking lines that some can't see,
The strength in my heart, a legacy.
Kindness my armor, love my shield,
For my kids, in this battle, I’ll never yield.

Turning pain to power, from darkness to light,
With every hug and kiss, we ignite the night.
Stronger than the mountains, deeper than the sea,
With Castiel and Anya, I’m finally free.

[Chorus]
Watch me rise, watch me shine,
Through the storm, I’ll redefine,
Those who tried to break me down,
Now they’ll see, I wear my crown.
I’m the warrior of love,
I’ll conquer the skies above.

[Bridge]
So lift your voice, shout it loud,
This mama’s heart is fierce and proud.
Together we dance, with hope as our song,
In this family, we are forever strong.

[Chorus]
Watch me rise, watch me shine,
Through the storm, I’ll redefine,
Those who tried to break me down,
Now they’ll see, I wear my crown.
I’m the warrior of love,
I’ll conquer the skies above.

[Outro]
Castiel and Anya, hand in hand,
In a world of kindness, we make our stand.
With every challenge, we’ll rise anew,
In this story of love, it’s me and you.

Premium Member December Days

Winter takes in its arms weeping stars as dawn draws in.
The sky turned from black to a steel gray;
Snow rested upon the rooftops and yards.
Revealing the ingrained beauty of the coverlet.

I walk the halls naked in the depth of despair.
And death; deep darkness devours me until I am hollow.
My mind spins to inner depths, lost in sorrow.
I pine and die each time inside. Looking for comfort,
But you are not around.

With winter outside, my heart weeps like a child.

I sometimes sit on a small patch of grass
In peace and quiet serenity
Overlooking a small pond with pine trees
And pinecones strung around the ground 
As birds flit from one headstone to the next.

The speckled granite stone stands tall among so many.
Engraved with a Celtic cross with the words
 "Loving Husband, Father, and Grandfather." 
 Leaving with a prayer. 
         Wishing that you were here.

Once your hands touched my face,
And with your eyes you said, "I do."
That Christmas day forty-five years ago
Now just a fading memory.
Your light grows dim, and I have inherited the pain.

 11/6/2025
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Your Rather Fearless, Heartfelt Name

Crystalline teardrops formulate into sorrow
It emerges into delicate exquisiteness before the sunrise of tomorrow
Sparkle my lovely darkness and captivate me with delightful, dainty dissonance
Feed me your radiance and bring me to evanescence pastures from a distance

Play my fearful, frivolous spirits like a violin with missing strings and other things
Prey upon me like a preying mantis, metamorphosing with unbroken wings…
Erupting turmoil…toiling into madness
Festering in unbearable sadness gladness

Swallow my fear with your mouth of mesmerizing melodies…relieve my anxieties
I wallow into the miserable, abyssal black hole of minus a thousand thirty seven degrees
Gracious apprehension is sprouting and shameless tension is growing tremendously
Until I uproot it…until I believe that I can go through the weeds of tribulation, although abrupt doubt drowns me

Please, please ease my mindset,
Blossoming avarice and utter regret
You gave me a new reason to believe in the light once more…I surely soar…
You save me from being enslaved by wretched negativity to the core

More and more soreness and painful laughter fills our wise days and thrills our childish ways to be exact
The dream I dreamt long ago is the vision of woe I can’t let go of
Drifting above and lifting below…someday, our opposites will attract
I scream in the silent chamber of my mind’s eye, my darling love

My poetry doesn’t matter to you anymore that I have been writing for too many years
I’m sure I suppressed you by my stressful weight of my emotional baggage
I fought away your fears and tranquilized your taunting tears…pleasant sanity heals us with cheers
I held your hand and adored your touch upon my own, giving me a relief package

I fear I will never let go if you let me know how you feel towards me deep down…I lived to like you in this town
I hope I don’t chase you away by my unforgivable, ugly frown
I hope I don’t freak you out or discourage you with my many problems that I wear upon my head like a crown
Your lovely, clever and precious name is my favorite proper noun

Your rather fearless, heartfelt name
I never want to put to shame,
But I became undone 
The moment you were gone
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Broken Promises

(My old poem modified to suit the contest)

She heard the sound of pigeons overhead
Looking up she saw them whirling and gyrating
Forming ever emerging patterns in the sky
They soared on and on until they became
Fading black dots in the blue.

Such sights would have sent her to raptures
Sometime back......
But now when she sees them
She can only think of the years speeding by
And the promises broken
And her whole life- a fading black dot!

Why did he turn his back on her?
Why did he break his promise?
In her loneliness, demons of doubts 
Come to plague her and drown her
Into a pool of deep sorrow and tears.

She is infected with a virus of melancholy
She walks with lacerations in her soul
Pain consumes her without flame
Forever she wages a battle inside
To drive out the demons of dejection
But she feels as if a sharp knife
Is cutting right through her heart
And she winces at every chop
Though she tries hard to cover her bruises
They bleed red and make themselves known.

Once with his presence, the darkness 
Inside her was charged with light
He was her sky, her firmament
The ascent of her soul in the morning
And the bough of her homing at night. 
But dreams have sorely betrayed her.

Now like a stranger she waits at his doorstep,
Wondering if he would let her in.

Pain has sucked her out
In a leaking vessel, she collects her tears
To water the parched terrain
Of her drought- stricken domain
Now she lives in perpetual darkness
Fighting with black shadows
Day in and day out!

Premium Member Prince of Peace


Isaiah 9:6 “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

When the enemy tries to destroy
All the joy that lives inside…
When he tells you that you’re not worth
The love that God pours over your heart…
When he reaches beyond your dreams
To tell you that you are doomed to grieve….

Remember, the angels of heaven see.
God, who is with you, restores
Offering you hope that can’t be ignored,
Faith that helps you to know…
Whatever comes, even the worst imaginable,
Can be overcome when you look to Him,
The One who changes the world….

One heart at a time – one soul, one spirit, one life
Changed by the love that abides
Inside those who see Jesus as the light,
Know Jesus can make the wrongs right,
Recognize the love that He pours out in each life.

One heart at a time – He promises to convert,
Leave the hopeless with a hope that is eternal,
Leave the darkness with a light that is supernal,
Leave the fearful with a courage that inspires,
Leave the heartless with a love that is full of wonder,

A love that abides inside those who know Him,
The One who saves the souls who believe,
Not just that He lived, but that He died and rose again
And that He changes hearts so they can be…
Forgiven and saved by the love that abides throughout eternity,
The love that describes Jesus as the Prince of Peace.

Premium Member The Anatomy of the Dream

The Anatomy of the Dream

Silences are born from thighs that breathe in violet purple,
your shoulders are waves that die in the net of the blinded butterfly,
your hair sings because sleep is a prey that runs through it,
the eyelid blooms because the wind is a wound that heals itself.

The hand howls in the night for silence is too bright to sleep,
the ears hunger for sounds that have not been born yet anywhere,
the shoes laugh because thinking is a perpetual falling upward,
the shoulders fly late because time is a weight that floats.

If the hand is silent it is because the seashell screams inside it,
the veins run from fear for the nightshade ages their youth,
the calf listens to leaves that die before they are ever born,
the blood foams because shadows drink light from their own void.

The hand screams dying for life is an explosion that implodes slowly,
the shadow flutters burning because fire is the only water that cools,
the nail stands on violet curtains like on a window closed open,
the foot neighs of clouds because the sky is horses galloping below.

The lungs doze in darkness for light is an exhaustion too loud,
the shoulders strangle because of trees that breathe our unseen air,
the hip is the panther that sleeps with eyes open dreaming of the hunt,
your body is the orchestra that plays silence after the music has faded.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Above the Clouds

Above the clouds 
I love the journey 
When I sit above the clouds 
I feel the sounds of peace 
Up here on the blue sky 
There is no traffic in this space 
The higher the steel birds fly's
The more the destination becomes closer
From continent to continent
Countries to cities 
The sky remains adorable
Looks always like am sitting
On top of the world 
With a beautiful and natural view up here 
Above the clouds

Above the clouds
I carry my mind along
The feeling when flying
Is that of a winner
Cos you are unstoppable 
So I relate this poem to life 
Don't stick too long In the dark
Get up on time my friend 
You see life is not a paradise of the weak 
There must be challenging times 
Despite how good or strong we are 
We need a time to love 
And never regret the clouds of deformities
Their is always a way out 
Their is always a new chance 
But let go your darkness so 
You can fly in peace 
Above the clouds
Form: Epic

All Lies and Whys

My heart deceives me once again,
I write my poems, but in vain.
I thought my words could bring you near,
That my verse would make you hear.

But still, you stand, silent and cold,
Like an ancient statue, carved in gold,
Perched in an old fountain, still at midnight,
Unmoved by my pleading, fading light.

And here I am, like a lonely moon,
Looking down, wishing for you to swoon.
Begging, as a child begs for grace—
Just you and I, walking by the sea’s embrace.

But the moon, too, is lonely in the sky,
Unworthy of its glow, asking "Why?"

My heart can imagine such dreams,
Yet still, vanity clouds my schemes.
Vanity, vanity, all in vain,
Lies and questions cause the pain.

Why can’t I reach you?
Why does my heart remain mute?
I can't speak with words alone,
Afraid to share what's deep and unknown.

Ah, I see now—your heart belongs to him,
A man born for you, your destined hymn.
But that's not me, it’s never been me,
A cruel truth, sinking into the sea.

Oh, poor heart of mine, full of gloom,
Hopeless again, trapped in this doom.

In this dark, cold, endless night,
I watch you fade from my sight,
As I sit beneath this dying tree,
Its thorns creeping, claiming me.

They crawl up my feet, my back,
Tightening around me, no turning back.
My chest, my arms, they bind me still,
My legs, my head, against my will.

I scream, I cry, I wish to flee,
To run to you, and set me free.

But then, as I call your name in vain,
I feel the thorns release their chain.
I rise from the darkness, my soul reborn,
No longer broken, no longer torn.

My heart, once a whisper, now a roar,
I’ll find my own way, my own shore.

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