Treasure Island

Zimaya Nightshade


Darkness


Darkness is all around me.
Darkness is all inside me.
Darkness is all I can see.
Darkness is all I can be.
Darkness fills my heart.
Darkness fills my mind.
Darkness controls my choices.
Darkness controls my life.
Darkness runs through my thoughts.
Darkness runs through my veins.
Darkness isn't a tangible thing.
Darkness isn't anything more than me...

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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I received an e-mail from PoemHunter.com with a poem called 'Lonely' by Dragon Crenshaw one day and loved it. After I wrote the poem in my poetry journal I had the sudden urge to write my own version. And thus this poem was born.

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