I can’t control the clock;
So light up the way for me,
I’m scared of the dark.
It’s a demon lurking
Like a wounded work of art
With a chaotic beauty-
Beautiful but torn,
Camouflaged by insecurities,
And barely noticed at all.
In the dark,
With nothing as my shield,
My thoughts fight against me.
I killed myself today
As I tend to do every other day
A mindless puppet I have become
With these clipped wings that I adorn;
The mask I wore to disguise the pain
Has slipped away
And there’s nobody to save me as I lay
Here where my heart’s full of death.
I’m drowning alone in this pool of darkness
@julielolu called out to poets on IG to start a series; a poem a day or as we please. I don’t know what made me title my series “Nyctophobia” which means the fear of the dark.. Anyways, these are the poems I have written so far. Any poet that is interested in starting a series of their own should follow @julielolu on IG and tag her in their posts, she promised to write back.
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