The Darkness


I feel a darkness coming on.
The build up is always the
worst part. The shadow
of depression sneaking
up on
me. Breathing down
my neck. I know it won’t
be long until it falls on
me, tethering my spirit
to a barren tree. The
landscape flatten
Nothing is flourishing
The devil stands near
by holding his pitchfork
of sorrow. Smirking
as he plots new
calamities for fragile
spirits like mine,
not a fundamentalist
in sight.
I lie down on the
ground.. I surrender
to the darkness.
For today, there
is no escape.
The empty glass
is broken, the
ticking clock is
silence. When I
awake, I will look
for a way out.
Knowing the
darkness can
never hold me
for too long.
The light in my
heart never
sinks. It just
hides like a
lost penny.
For now though,
I become less
and lesser.
empty, and
ready to go
I let the
taker, take me.


8 thoughts on “The Darkness

  1. This is lovely, Tosha. And ah, my friend, I have felt that “darkness coming on” myself a time or two. Recently, I realized that some of my most creative periods come from that darkness, so I’m learning to embrace rather than dread it. Wishing you a relaxing Sunday! ๐Ÿ™‚


    1. Thank you. You’re always so lovely. I think creativity is a balm for depression. I’m like you. I tend to write more when I’m going through something. It’s my way of expressing thoughts that I have trouble verbalizing.


      1. Yes, be creative! That’s the best thing, always. And I do think that darkness does — in an odd way — lighten up the creativity, allows it to happen when sometimes, on better days, it might not. Anyway, I enjoyed your poem, ๐Ÿ™‚


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