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Dark Runaway
I am the emptiness, the blackness
What lies beyond the shell that burns,
Leaving nothing but shadow in its' wake.
That is how I describe the torment
Of the pain that comes from the past.
Every time I run, I remain the same
As I was before I left home years ago.
I have a new home now, but no less
Than my heart, for greater peace yearns,
Though how of peace can I ever partake?
And so my darkness is given vent
For the light is fleeting, never to last.
I can no longer the cruel fire tame
So I become the flame for all to know.
I remember my father's stories of old
And the lessons that he taught me well,
From the country of my birth's histories.
I can never go back, to what was
Forward into darkness, never back.
From dusk unto dusk, to journey
Such is my fate, and I embrace this.
I know the chill of ice and it is cold
So, I become the flame of the candle,
So that I an burn, my worst memories.
Fire is a cure if frost is the cause
As I close my eyes, enter the black.
Darkness, at least has its' dignity
And so the light I will never miss.
What lies beyond the shell that burns,
Leaving nothing but shadow in its' wake.
That is how I describe the torment
Of the pain that comes from the past.
Every time I run, I remain the same
As I was before I left home years ago.
I have a new home now, but no less
Than my heart, for greater peace yearns,
Though how of peace can I ever partake?
And so my darkness is given vent
For the light is fleeting, never to last.
I can no longer the cruel fire tame
So I become the flame for all to know.
I remember my father's stories of old
And the lessons that he taught me well,
From the country of my birth's histories.
I can never go back, to what was
Forward into darkness, never back.
From dusk unto dusk, to journey
Such is my fate, and I embrace this.
I know the chill of ice and it is cold
So, I become the flame of the candle,
So that I an burn, my worst memories.
Fire is a cure if frost is the cause
As I close my eyes, enter the black.
Darkness, at least has its' dignity
And so the light I will never miss.
Published 14th Dec 2022
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23rd Dec 2022 10:56pm
Don't need it but wanted to add it since it look fancier. Consider it an eccentricity on my part! It like how people don't need to drink wine and some can say why drink wine when there is beer. Beer can be just fine for some people but me I always prefer to drink the wine since it just taste better to me. Both might have the same effect, but one is the preferable one to me and the other is not. I am just particular like that.
23rd Dec 2022 11:12pm
Many if not most people do. That the more common thing. I like to be the uncommon one in the room.
23rd Dec 2022 11:20pm
27th Dec 2022 2:22pm
Quite: every time you run you remain the same. That is sad in a way. We cannot change our inner self. Regards, Robert. PS: good luck in the comp.
8th Jan 2023 3:24am
Many thanks! It is true, there are many things that a person cannot run from in life. In the end, one must face things and overcome as best as one can, else risk running forever with nothing changing. There much depth in such meaning, and each can see in this poem something that resonates and rings true. We all been in similar situations at least once in life, after all. All part of life.
I felt like this had an honest vulnerability, in the confessional sort of style, comfortable flow and pacing lending emphasis. Thank you for being here with us.
It is good to be here on this site! A very good place for poetry. I am glad you like reading my poem also, it was very confessional style for me to write in. Somewhat personal in some ways. Great to see it is liked!
10th Jan 2023 10:02pm
It was my pleasure. I hope you make lots of friends here there are wonderful people and writers. 💖🙏
10th Jan 2023 10:14pm
Already I met many! There is my old flame, Kara. And Sybil, who is like a daughter to me. And others also, who are of a good nature. It make me glad that I joined, and happy to share what I write.
