What have you kept from
me,darkness?
Why haven't you been
open about our the stories I hear as common folklore ?
Why is that you hide
from the face of light when light is what makes you thunderous and delightful
Why don't you tell me
about the days I have lost,
lost searching for you,
Why haven't you told me
my search is all in vain ?
You reside within me
and yet you aren't inane
You're the infant of my
soul that refuses to be but is simply and most comfortably numb
You stem from my womb
while being rooted in my veins,
Leeching on the behest
of my past
Yet sticking to
me,through my ticking Time
Grave grievances I have
been left to swallow,
To wallow the fate of
diminished light
Bound by retreating
light, you and me
We stand the test of
Time
You're the beloved I
wish to caress yet it is within you that I foresee
My love my art my
desires and my qualms from days in the past to the presence of someone lost in
Yorkshire
I need to find the
someone,
I lost. I lost to
darkness,dearest you.
