Alone in the darkness, without even a shadow

Only so much can be handled.

Everyone has a turning point.

Eyes shut from the darkness.

His are forever open to it.

For blackness is all he will see.

Oh how I longed to hear this;

The silence he whispers to me.

Peaceful beauty now in my ears.

It destroys the sound left ringing;

The screaming of his regret.

View justanotherscreename's Full Portfolio
Joarge89's picture

I have seriously read this

I have seriously read this ten times.  It's so well-written.  And so... perfect.

 

For some reason, this reminds me of a poem I wrote a long time ago back before my computer crashed and lost everything... Mentioned something like dancing with an invisible man to a song played by crickets outside my bedroom window.  Dunno why I thought of this, but I did.  And it makes me frustrated that I lost so much work because I wasn't smart enough to keep copies of my stuff...

 

Anyway, thanks again for sharing.  Superbly enjoyed it.  As I do all your works.


"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery

allets's picture

screaming regret

this one touched something tender, a spot waiting to be touched - thanks for the empathy - the depth - Stella