darkness calls to me
me who is so lonely
it calls me so this
darkness of the soul
a darkness so dark
i find myself lost
with in this blackness
of the soul
hate, fear and terror
live here in this
darkness of the soul
calling me to and fro
hate whispers my name
fear trembles near
terror fulls me up
as they call me on
what do i do
how do i leave
this place
this darkness
of the soul
wait something shines
ahead, it pulses and glows
i hear it say, come to
me i offer sanctuary
at first i walk but soon i
run towards this glowing
pulsing thing just ahead
as fear, terror and hate say no come
to us we three that know thee
no i say leave me be leave me be
i weep
soon i reach it and know hope
for this thing that pulses and
glows is the hope with in me
oh the hope with in me
i embrace it so this hope id
thought long gone and soon
the darkness is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr Russell This poem is me at the moment, clinging onto hope before the darkness consumes me. At first I thought this was going to be a dark poem to the end, but as you started speaking of hope I realised it reflects my last week beautifully. Well written, a defo 10 Up The Russells!