Contentment in Darkness

by Rob   Apr 27, 2016


In retrospection she looks back to the innocence,
She wonders where her serenity turned,
When she used to believe in sweet fairy tales,
Death in darkness now brings no concern...

Ultimately gone now and ripped apart,
They have all gone their dark separate ways,
Leaving her is this vicious nightmare,
Infidelity the cost of them wanting to play...

She grieves in her hatred and is tattered and torn,
Medications now control all her thoughts,
No remembrance of her feelings before they commenced,
And the way life was before they were caught...

She saunters through the fog like the angel of death,
In a necropolis under the cover of night,
Mislead by the emotions held tight in her soul,
Feigning any thoughts of repentance and contrite...

No alleviation of the pain and distress held within,
The realms of the dark reveal frightening sounds,
Eerie shadows still dance on the wall of the mind,
While the delusions draw her closer to those underground...

Cognizant of the domination of the spirits that dwell,
She now lays there in the darkness of the night,
Deterioration of her thoughts and her dreams that once thrived,
Infliction of sorrow and pain her delight...

Contemplation of how with dignity to cease life,
The struggle in her head the imperilment of demise,
Contentment in darkness a rein of solace,
The spirits there will suffocate all who still cried...

Catastrophically silent she descends to the abyss,
Preeminence dominates all those who grieve,
Rebellion takes the role of the souls,
In the shadows of darkness shattered they bleed...

To come no more...

https://www.facebook.com/lifeintheshadowedsoul

2


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Rob, I voted on this the other day and completely forgot to come back and comment so here I am..

    I love how dark and descriptive this piece is. The imagery is beautiful and dark but so fitting.

    Em

    • 8 years ago

      by Rob

      Thank you so much!!

  • 8 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Rob what a deep and dark look at someone who has lost themselves.

    I like in particular the lines

    She saunters through the fog like the angel of death,
    In a necropolis under the cover of night,
    Mislead by the emotions held tight in her soul,

    (Preeminence needs a "-" should be Pre-eminence)

    All in all a very deep descriptive piece. Milly xx