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dead poet Dec 2024
there’s an emptiness that
consumes the world,
like a newborn babe does her
mother’s *******:
it needs the force of life -
to become a weapon for death;
as it kills the light switch  
in the warehouse of hope;
as the sound of darkness
blinds even the bats;
as the echoes of piousness sink
to turn lawless mercenaries;
as the lantern flickers off
to the heaving of hedonism
that spawns in the void -
dark, and unconquerable.

until someone strikes a match.
Adrianna Roe Jul 2018
Nothing stirred; nothing sang
A fortress of ancient trees - centuries untouched
Entombed souls in its woody heaven.
Dappled anisotropic light; a mystical beauty
Flecks of shimmering gold, thick lush greenery.
Whispers of wind rustled the foliage

A divine sight -this unexpected serenity
Yet prickling with caution
Something buried deep down;
Something sinister
Shrouding a presumed leafy paradise
Beneath everything, obscured a seed of evil.
Shruti Atri Jan 2015
There is a blackness in my heart,
This blackness is complete.

Don't fret, in the light, the blackness is forfeit.

There is a blackness in my heart,
Do not enter! My blackness will lead you astray.

I'm already here love, my light will not betray.

There is a blackness in my heart,
In this blackness, you and I will fall.

I will fight off your blackness, together we'll stand tall.

There is a blackness in my heart,
I can feel it's need to consume me.

Don't give up yet--
Our battle will end, we will walk free.


There is a blackness in my heart,
In my blackness, your light dwindles, low.

Your blackness--
Yes, I understand now, 'we reap what we sow'.


There is a blackness in my heart,
This blackness, I've lost all I found in the way.

In this blackness, I will stay...
With you by my side, *
we fight another day!
Leaping into the unknown, with hope and courage as your companions...they're all the help you need...

— The End —