Ingrained Darkness Poem by Melissa Hurst

The rays of morn come to offer me hope. They seem to say, 'God is with you, wake and rejoice.' And I wake, but feel the embrace of a dark entity. Its being penetrates my mind, and remnants of itself remain there to torment me till I return to sleep. Painful memories and guilt are awakened and renewed, reminding me that I have no lot in life and no future memories worth savoring for they will be cursed. I am laced with darkness each morn and closing night. The entity has lingered here for a long while, building its house in my soul, and consuming bits of my heart to satisfy its belly. I lament to the Messiah, but I have yet to feel his embracing words. Maybe my sight is blinded, perhaps I cannot see nor feel my God. Could all that I see now be black? Am I so used to the desolation that I am seeing it as colorful? Have I painted my sins and allowed them to linger, butchering me and leaving me in weary moods? Is it my fault that this Demon cohabits with me? I cannot purge it from my mind, from my being nor from my bed. It is a part of my personality, married to my emotions, and it has copulated with my happiness, producing a bitter child that resides within my mind. The other being affects me, swinging from mood to mood. Would the Death of me bring about their demise? Will I have to sacrifice my breathe to escape their torment? How I wish that I did not have to dream with them tonight and wake to feel the ingrained hopelessness.