Darknesses Poem by Vicky Vickstah

It swallows the pain, the darkness does. Open space devours the emotions that the mind cannot shift.
Ironic it is, because darkness is the very cause of the pain.
Just when you think you cannot lose more than you already have, you gain something you thought that you never could.
Then suddenly, stripped like animal skin the gain slips away.
There you are, hurting, crying, weeping.
Thinking, wishing, hoping.

Water fits the shape of any container,

It overtakes any obstacle that dares to obstruct it’s path,

Water is strong,

I wish I was like water.

Water pours from vision doors as the beat machine picks up pace. The thinking box overworks and works hard to replace,
The vital ingredient that has been lost,

out of place.