Darby Hurr

Darby Hurr Aug 2018

There’s something wretched about the way you move
Maybe it’s the distorted curve of your spine
Or the ghastly shade of pale that we all share
Better yet, maybe it’s the way you thrive from burying all those with an ounce of light within them

That’s all wrong, though; what really bothers me
is that you remind me of myself
not too long ago- not long ago at all

You can’t be me. I can’t let that happen.

Darby Hurr Aug 2018

Unspoken Truths

You’re so far away now-
I wonder if you’ll ever know

I still feel you
You're stuck somewhere deep within me
Like a crow, flying aimlessly- no clear destination in sight

I’m not sure when or if you’ll ever find your way out
And I can offer no assistance; I’m only but a bystander in this whole ordeal

But I will say, I surely hope you do
I hope you’ll cease your knocking in the early mornings

And I just hope you know.

bird metaphors are all I know, because in a not so distant past, you said they were you favorite.

Darby Hurr Dec 2017

I Get Used to the Monotony of the Shadows

I used to live in the attic of an old house
My room had a skylight through which the moon would shine,
casting shadows,
creating horrors for my young mind to feast on
Alone
Always alone, I created these demons
.....
Many years later a different kind of demon follows me
always there like a shadow of my past
I fear that all to whom I am close are apparitions
Gone with a subtle gust of wind
Dispersed through the world
never to be seen again
.....
Just like the fears of my young mind,
My shadows haunt me at night
and I hope to never face my demons in the daylight

goodbye, ghosts, I want you gone.