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by Dave
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Gothic · #1808540
A Samisen poem dripping with darkness.
Before birth, there is naught but the darkness--
the darkness
in the warmth of mother’s womb, the darkness
that pulses through my veins,
as my gypsy journeys begin
with syncopated rhythms
drumming a song of life within
the darkness.

Later, days are consumed by the darkness--
the darkness
my soul, soaking up the darkness
in the Devil’s domain.
With gloom tattooed across my face,
a frazzled thread of hope
tries to escape those who embrace
the darkness.

At the end, there is naught but the darkness--
the darkness
of my tomb, chilled to the bone in the darkness.
All those wine-soaked parties
and my nocturnal wandering
have, in the long run, left
me eternally pondering
the darkness.

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Author’s note: The Samisen is an enchanting poetry form named after a Japanese three-stringed musical instrument. A brief definition and more examples can be found at the following link: http://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/1925

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