The Dark Poem by Thomas Ware

Darkness.
Overwhelms my vision,
An overpowering urge to hate and kill.
I write poems,
And the first thing I see,
I set my pen down to transcribe,
And black drowns me.
I start this,
Typing Darkness, Overwhelms,
But what I really want to say is hatred, death, hell,
My third eye is shrouded,
By a veil of dread thought,
Fell voices, dead bodies, spreading rot.

It's so hard to push away the sorrow,
Negativity beckons through a hand waving inexpressible,
Unintelligible,
Simplicity rules,
No mind over matter
No mind
No
Never use your brain
Just brute force
Commas make clear but my head urges direct lore,
'Murder, they whisper'
I am my own enemy,
Unable to communicate effectively,
Over the sound of demons rising,
Void filling, death consuming,
My mind says to me 'HATRED'
I cannot THINK I cannot SEEK I cannot BE,
Suffocating beneath a sea of night that IS me.

Searching for the light,
These words light me,
Letting forth the darkness,
Letting flow the history,
Misery,
Rage and fury,
This is what I am,
I try to escape with art and poetry,
Only makes it worse.
Only elongates the curse,
Only adds life to the hearse,
The darkness carries me,
I cannot live with it
I cannot survive without it.