She woke up on a cold winter morning,
A vast, dull and a void dream
Like a starless night.
Rummaging through the deepest corners of her freezing heart,
A huge wave of melancholia swept over
Like sea waves washing ashore.
Only without ebbing away
A pang of sadness leapt over,
With a deepening sense of darkness,
Blinding out the coverlets of comforting light
From every crevices of her fragmented heart.
YOU ARE READING
Blinding Darkness
Poetryᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴇᴄʟɪᴘsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs; ʀᴇᴍᴏʀsᴇғᴜʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀs ᴀ ᴄʀᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴏғ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ sᴀᴅɴᴇss, ᴇɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴘᴏᴜʀ ᴏғ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴇᴀʀs.
