As the darkness of the night files in
and
the icy breeze of the night
begins to work its way around every surface,
I find myself situated
beside my open window.
The light of the moon creates a soft glow
that illuminates half of my room
but the other half is cemented in darkness.
My heart beats are even
and
they match my even breaths.
I ponder upon everything
and feel myself dissolve into the darkness
as I pull forward my curtains.
It's baffling how the darkness can be scary sometimes,
petrifying even.
But other times,
the darkness is a comforting blanket
and it cradles those around it.
I find that the darkness speaks to me
and it reads
words that hover in my mind
and latch onto my heart.
I understand all it says,
because we are of the same kind.
I am the darkness
as it pools into my eyes
and
as it runs in my veins,
turning my blood dark.
It is in my poetry
and in my words.
I am darkness,
I am a h u e.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Starry night skies (completed)
PuisiUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
