sometimes i speak to the dark
Beverly Lenoir 2006 (Seoul)
As I talk to the darkness, I feel its heavy touch grazing my skin.
Resting in cold sweat.
When it is around I fear about the fear I'll feel when it's gone.
Each day I miss its cool touch that would hold me.
I remember,
I hid like others hide when we confide in a void.
Oh, how I loved it,
Loved the void that left.
When I would talk to the darkness, my hair would stand off my neck and arms; my eyes occasionally darted, side to side, observing my shadowed surrounding.
I would talk to the darkness,
as it caresses my skin and plays with my hair.
Whispering to me secrets of laughter, love, anger, and abandonment.
Voices carried through its wind as mine got swept with them.
Where do you go when you leave me?
Where is better than with me?
Will you be back?
When I would talk to the day,
it didn't understand.
It couldn't understand why I'd wait for it to go,
Why I would beg to have back my shade.
the day gave me everything,
the day gave me life.
But I waited,
I'd still wait.
And it left,
leaving me alone.
About this poem
the "darkness" resembles my mother and father as well as our relationship. Although they did love me and tried their best to provide for my wants and needs, my mother tended to be very distant emotionally and my father was commonly absent due to working in the military.
Written on August 11, 2022
Submitted by bev_l on August 12, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,025 |
Words | 234 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 4, 3, 6, 4 |
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