Posted by Leif G.S. in Poetry | 0 Comments
Classic Dark Poetry: The Void
Another Classic Poem and this one was the darkest. I wrote this in November of last year and it earned a lot of traffic and input. I closed that blog down, but this piece still survives. I hope you all enjoy.
I look into the inky, black void
My reflection gazing back at me
The lifelessness of oppressive thoughts
Tempting me to return back to the fold
Wanting me to complete the cycle again
For years I wrestled with it
Threats of doom draped over me
Promises of ending it all gracefully
Demands to make other suffer
Dark thoughts of my heart
I struggled against the shadowy grip
A moment of light squandered
As it pulled my head back in
Trying to smother my life
Make me a permanent host
Years I fought the temptation
I planned for the end; cold steel
Lead, gunpowder and a sharp blade
Knowing the only way to save the world:
I had to end my own existence
Little by little I escaped the thoughts
Each day better than the last
Positive motions in my body
Positive thoughts in my head
My will was forcing me into being
Yet now that I look at it now
I can remember the sweet sirens call
I remember how easy not feeling could be
Stopping all raw emotions for rationale
Becoming a “higher learned being”
It still wants me to come back
I hear the whispers calling out my name
I see the reflection sometimes wink back
I feel the arms reaching out for me
As I gazed into the black, inky void
