| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #315321 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Tears and darkness.
Isolation. Help me. Don't get too close, I might self-destruct. Just now, the emptiness appears, the darkness terrifies. It grabs for me. It wraps itself around my throbbing, living heart, wringing out feeling. I wasn't expecting it today. But come it did, forming droplets of wet blackness to dampen my face. Suddenly, it hides itself again. It knows that others may try to liven my soul and rob it of insidious pleasure. It will return when I'm alone. In isolation- with tears and darkness. Help me.
© Copyright 2002 Vanillafire (UN: vanillafire at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Vanillafire has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |