Darkness of it All

by DarkCrystalbtrfy   Nov 9, 2008


I cant match up to this place
A angel of darkness
Wings broken and bent
All the colors gone and long spent
Black and white thats my hue
Distinguished as a writer among few
All the restless pleasure and pain
Never adds up to any gain
Loudly I hear my own echos call
Receding into the darkness of it all

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  • 16 years ago

    by Helena Jaster

    Very good work. It really shows a deep examination of the self, those dark nether regions that we sometimes fall into as writers.

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