Poet:  Skia Kyria        
Editor:  Jp

Haunting my dreams,
Chasing my wake,
An answer it seeks.
No matter what it will take.

Leaving my serenity behind
Until it can decide,
Lingers around me all the time
Whispering four little words :
Harshly revealing, crudely unkind.

I am thankful, you see me for my light.
Always beautiful, your insight.
So Careful, not to darken my mind.
Ever faithful, you have nothing to hide.

But what am I?
It questions me again
Screaming like my enemy
Laughing like my best friend.

I am a terrible mass of darkness inside,
With a bit of a conscience and a lie for a life.
A mess ever trying to deny my shadow self,
Nursing it unwillingly, the deeper I delve.

But you.
You see and adore only my shell.
Happy with what you think you can tell.
Unaware that I swallow this sickening hell.
Born from the  darkness in which I dwell.

I cannot find the way that leads to the light
Forever lost in the Coldness of night.
I can still tell black from white,
I can still tell wrong from right.

I have fallen too far to be where you are.
and hate myself for it constantly.
Battling to swim, drowning,and guilty,
Shaking as it hungrily consumes me.

Without any conscience
and no lack of confidence
Creating the coincidence
Of which I must bear the Consequence.