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Dark Beauty

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.

I have a worried mind with a madness all it’s own soon to become evident.
Myth of a dark existence allows me to examine my inner ego’s mindset.

The sphere of it’s influence plots against the soundness of my own sanity.
Have I become someone else?

What have I become?!
Can you see it?!
What do you see in me?
Is it the madness?

May I come to you in the dark of night?
I need to release my anxious thoughts --set them free.
Cleanse my mind.
What I feel in my bones is all around me.
I’m afraid it has come to claim my soul, that dark myth.

I hide behind my shadow and catch my breath.
All I know are the echos in my mind.
I can’t hear the words spoken, just reiterations.
They follow me wherever I go.

I hang on the denials offered.
My youth is long gone and all that’s waiting is darkness.

The priest hangs on every spoken word.
He sits in the darkness of his confessional, as the sins of people along with their filthy flames are extinguished.

All the guilt, all the shame, all the darkness and demons are sent back into the night to overtake the unsuspecting and the unknowing again and again. They are those unable to survive in the light. Torture will follow until all desperate darkness is in hell.


© 2021 Laurie S Novak

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