If we are broken we are mercury
We can never been destroyed
Bury us 6 feet under but
We still *RADIATE

'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.

When death permeates our mind and soul, we die much before death actually occurs

I lie here in bed,
hit by a chill.
I know the one,
it brings me still.

Pitch black surrounds,
crowding me whole,
sweats on my brow,
feelings are cold.

My body is solid,
flat as a board,
goosebumps risen,
sounds are scored.

Don't want to move,
my eyes do the most,
What did I see?
Am I seeing ghosts?

Shadows cast images,
up on the wall,
Can't make it out,
starting to fall.

Under the covers,
heart starts to pound.
Senses are scared,
my beliefs are abound.

Scared as hell now,
don't want to believe.
What lurks in the dark?
Is waiting for me.

It's finally gone
and I am still here.
What was that feeling?
That strangled my fear.

I am creative, not coordinated.
I am complex, not simplicated.
I am dark, not illuminated.
I am here, not alienated.

I am a now,  a dark, a complex and a creative poet.

Beware if you are afraid of the dark and watch your step as you leave.

Lost my way in these salad days,
started to drown in your salad ways,
this distance keeps me from feeling whole,
causing disparity of the soul,

Cordially invited to share my fate,
you didn't show up,  you were fashionably late,
Id packed my burdens in a trunk of desire,
but you stamped on the embers, put out the fire.

And if credence could talk and was given a face,
it would be my companion in this fall from grace,
but for now I’ll just accept my plight,
take a walk in the shadows, avoiding the light.