"Sad stuff makes beautiful poetry, but it's not so pretty to live with." [-Merecat]
*For the Dear Diary Competition*
(I recommend anything beyond 'Tumbling Ash' for the rest is a mess of nonsense words that hold no character, no story and absently fill the page)


64. Deepening Darkness


The night has enveloped the field opposite me in utter black,

submerging the bending trees in a colour so dark that it seems as if the hills are not there.


I wish the darkness would swallow me up like it does the world outside,

and I wonder if I were to stand on the pavement

would my sadness still show?

Or would the dark soothe it with crumbling hands burnt black?


If only the echoing pit in my stomach that thrives off of the melancholic waves

that lurch at thoughts

would drag me into its depths.


Would I then stop feeling this pain?

Would I then vanquish the demons that chatter in the deathly shadows of my ribs,

their venomous laughs bouncing off the empty colosseum of my chest?

Would the sadness that engulfs my brain with vicious talons

leave and select a new victim?


Will I always be this helpless,

or will the skeletons that dance disguised in the white of my eye,

drag my free from these emotions?


-14th September 2015

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