When Darkness Fell Poem by Erick Cortez

There’s a face in a mirror and I thought that I knew him, but his face was masked with wrath that even him couldn’t see his own identity. A phantom in disguise I could tell, only flame of fury lightened his mind and the loneliness keep his heart dim that only tears rule in his eyes. Every nick of time his fighting to stay asleep keeping him alive, keeping him walking at the sharp edge and waiting for someone that could tell him that there’s a heaven, but heaven is just a word for him, for even he is not familiar with it. His rage against his foes burst, keeping him at the shade of vanity.

Then there was a little boy standing at the middle of the rain crying and feeling so helpless. But there was his mother looking at him, waiting of how her son endure the awful rain, endure every dare of trials. But then the child was completely overwhelmed by the rain, he doesn’t survive and lost in the middle of nowhere and have a rendezvous with darkness. And now the child have a sting and a claws having a venom making his surround covered with fears and mourning, only dirge hear in every corner and a great destruction is waiting for every step of him. What a dreadful destiny is waiting for the child.

What can I do to make the child smile if he had a fang shed with the blood of innocence, how can I make him in temper if his eyes were flaming with revenge, how can I soften his heart if it is dig with hates, hates embedded with silence. This is a hidden face of the darkness, and every child that has a little wrath could be a victim, keep in mind that wickedness is always taking place. Another side of a truth in another side of the darkness, that no one can resist failure in every trial. Who’s going to tell where it would happen to stop? Maybe? But it could….. When darkness fell.