Poem: Poetry in Darkness

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.