Lost In Shadows

March 1, 2011
By Violetshadepoetry SILVER, Chino Hills, California
Violetshadepoetry SILVER, Chino Hills, California
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all." Emily Dickinson

Slowly being consumed
By a darkness unforeseen
It wanders inside
Through unlocked doors
With rotting boards

My defenses knocked aside
Left vulnerable and unguarded
Unwilling to leave my personal hell
Basking in suffering
Cringing from sunlight

The brightness of the outside world
With its happiness and love
Torturous to merely glance
Through the rusted bars
Of the windows of my lowly cell

With walls the shades of night
When it fades into the day
Giving form to my feelings,
Being eagerly consumed by darkness
Trapped within its smoky grasp

Tempted by a razors shine
An allure to that forbidden place
That the darkness leaves untouched

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!