poet

dark poet let your words spill upon the page
like blood from an open wound
liquid pain shall paint a naked canvas with
broad strokes of darkened emotion
in grayscale and lacking in vibrancy
monotone voices spill from within your own head
as you read these words
voices that you do not own or recognize
cascade into your ears and vomit from your mouth
as you involuntarily move your lips and read along
with unshakable attention and for fear that this
darkness may creep into your own soul
dimming your internal light and weakening your will to resist
the fear that the weight of this darkness will crush
your spirit and leave you hopeless in its wake

I have not come here to spread this darkness persay
but to share a glimpse of my pain
the world in which I try to survive but wish not to thrive
it is relentlessly cold in these shadows where I dwell
a chill like the coldest cold you have ever felt
a cold that aches to the very center of the bone
amongst these shadows where I walk alone
I wish to walk no longer in the chill of this cold
eclipsed in the darkness of these shadows
but to walk in the brilliance of your light
where I can warm my skin and dry my eyes
a place to stand up straight in despite of weakness
and where I can be strong in spite of myself
the disease which sticks to my pain and clots in my veins
steals the life from ailing heart
and keeps me bound to this dark