Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken

Poem 86 (Is there a darkness more frightening?)

Is there a darkness more frightening than the one that once was light?

Or is darkness the whisper of light?

It doesn't matter.

I can see through it with my eyes,

made of stars,

With the pieces,

pieces of my heart,

shards of blinding light.

Am I darkness or am I light?

The shadow that shines bright

All my light's black

I smile sadness

I shine darkness.