Was is it you Tenebrous?
Who stopped my eyes from opening up
Who took my sight
I saw before
All the vibrant colors of creation
Now all is darkness
Nothing more
Am I unmade?
Who cannot see his own face in the glass
Yes, for you have unmade the very world with this
And space is nothing
But an enemy to sound
And I am nothing
But an ear to the ground
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Was is it you Tenebrous?
Who stopped my eyes from opening up
Who took my sight
I saw before
All the vibrant colors of creation
Now all is darkness
Nothing more
Am I unmade?
Who cannot see his own face in the glass
Yes, for you have unmade the very world with this
And space is nothing
But an enemy to sound
And I am nothing
But an ear to the ground
Request permission to use this poem