Poetry in Darkness
You wouldn’t think there would be
Any poetry in darkness.
It has an isolating affect,
Yet loneliness can be shared
In the darkness.
Perhaps you light a fire
And still see no flame
But the intensity of burning
Sears deep, so deep
The pain makes you writhe
And cry out soundlessly
To that other one
With whom your misery
Might penetrate
With just a silent scream
That no one hears
Yet somehow they feel.
Sensations like that
Glide seamlessly into our being
With the rhythm of poetry.
Lonely, dissatisfying, painful
Poetry.
October 2016
About This Poem
I cannot honestly speak to what prompted me to write this poem. I'm not typically depressed in any way during October, but perhaps something inspired me with the demonic things that sometimes surround Halloween and Day of the Dead. At any rate, I've always been fascinated by our sensations and the possibility of having them in the absence of any real thing to cause them, such as burning without heat. My only note to this poem is that I thought this was a descriptor of hell. The photo is taken during a show of the northern lights, but this one had little to show beyond a slight glow. Seemed to fit the poem.
