The Dark Side Poem by Jenna Marie

Everyone has that dark side.
A place they turn to,
when the absence of light finally dives them mad,
yet invites them in.
No form of color, no crack of glimmering hope,
can penetrate the hatred.
Introverted pity and helplessness,
the brick walls scratching the moon.
The stars fade to rocks,
impaling whats left of the broken.
Me.
To escape these restraints,
the anxiety holds tight.
My shaking hand corrupts the pureness
with these black lines of despair.
Creating my dark side
within the walls of my imagination.
My paradise of various sorts,
imploding on itself,
relentlessly.