Darkness swoops in like shadow cast by the raven;
A figment of imagination created by a troubled mind
Or reality, black and foreboding stealing a bit of sanity.
It is impossible to truly know which is which.
Fearing the worst, confidence is crushed to dust
Taking with it any semblance of normalcy
And scattering it to the four winds with each living breath.
O’ demon, take not my last shred of humanness
For fear that it may never return.
Tell me…what is it that you so hungrily desire!
Feasting on my deepest thoughts and dreams,
Why must you torment with such expectations of disaster?
Take leave…retreat with this illness back to the shadows
I shalt not be enslaved by thy razored talens.
Should survival not be my destiny, I shall take leave of my senses
Knowing that I fought to the bitter and bloody end.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Very powerful poem!!
Thank you very much Carol, I appreciate you saying so.