A socially inept, introvert, who still believes in magic. She has been writing online for ten years. She began her book seven years ago.
Why does the darkness always devour
those among us with The purest of souls?
people just searching for home.
Home what an ordinary word.
It sounds so simple.
Where do most people go at the end of the day?
Why they go home of course...
Of course (of course), they go home.
Where else would they go?
yet when you think of home,
Are you all alone?
Alone- such an overused word.
One can be alone yet be completely content.
Now the word lonely,
that is something altogether different.
Different because lonely can be felt,
whether you're alone, or with someone else.
So these people- the broken among us.
They are searching for the lonliness to fade.
Fade away just like an escape.
They search for some place they fit in,
some place they belong,
mostly they want the loneliness to be gone.
Gone like everything good in their lives,
all those things that make them feel alive.
Gone like those little moments of pleasure,
be they brief yet so very intense.
Intense is the pain, which has become the norm.
pain so sharp,
it scrapes through to the bone.
pain they eventually try to numb.
Numb to the pain,yes,
this sounds oh so good.
yet they end up numbing everything ,
which really doesn't sound so bad.
Bad is what else occurs in the process.
It is within this process, I do believe,
the darkness begins to gain entry.
Entry into the heart
entry into the mind,
until the darkness devours
The inocence of those who are now blind.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on December 24, 2020:
Wow, this is deep, so many emotions fading away.
Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on December 24, 2020:
Some deep thoughts in your poem. I believe, most of the writers keep on thinking, reflecting, and analysing about such questions in their mind.
Thank you for sharing. This was an interesting read.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 24, 2020:
You ask some very relevant questions in this well-written poem. Well done.