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A Slave To Darkness
By call to arms
As I sit here in this desolate darkness
The silence takes control
I become slave to it.
My eyes are bleeding
As I desperately scrawl
All that I've come to know.
Nothing moves.
The only light
The flashing numbers
The unplugged clock bares.
The time is wrong,
It always is.
As I stare at the illuminated crimson
The numbers slowly change
Becoming foreign characters.
Always changing.
Every.
Minute.
I blink
And the characters become numbers once more.
Footsteps from beyond these walls
Break the silence
My heart pounding.
Who is this stranger intruding?
Upon my solitude.
The steps stop.
Deadened.
As if by some force of my mind.
Keep an open ear
For any intruding upon my silence.
I can't listen anymore.
I can't wait for the time to be right
I need to leave this darkness.
I need to find substance.
But this darkness holds me down.
It won't ever let me leave.
Forever has new meaning.
Bitterly
Counting the minutes left
By a clock flashing eights.
I'll be forever,
A Slave
To this Darkness.
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Copyright 2004 mismatchedhearts
Published on Sunday, November 14, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "A Slave To Darkness"
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A former member wrote:
really good write....i feel like this sumtimes
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A former member wrote:
I really like your style of writing, it's awsome
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On Sunday, November 14, 2004, A Broken Soul
(81)
wrote:
A pretty good write, i really like your style and truth... it's just a tad to aimless for my liking. i really like the begining though, you have a lot of talent! ^autumn^
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On Sunday, November 14, 2004, Stormcomin
(32) wrote:
A fine write. Nothing could be closer to my own world. Not only a slave to the lonely darkness, but consumed by the minutes as well.
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