Darkness
It is my worst enemy,
Yet it gives me something,
A mind filled with envy,
A Soul hollow and empty,
It's been empty for a long while,
Since I was a a small child,
that use too dream about everything,
I now hear echoes of anger,
thoughts that if uttered a loud,
Would make me look like a fool,
Isolated on a midnight cloud,
Lost in its deep shroud,
Weak and powerless I can do nothing,
Feared and lethal it can do everything,
Trapped in this abyss,
with hope fading,
It keeps me away from its opposite,
Buries me down in the depths,
Waiting for its sinister harvest,
It is my worst enemy,
it is my darkness.
Posted Apr 8, 2022, 2:46 PM UTC
This is me in description. I have no words to expression how well this has been penned down.
The present-past-present form was something that caught my eye. It's very well scripted that doesn't let the readers attention wander even a little.
Nicely written.
Thank you so much