The eeriest of creatures always have features imbedded with sneer.
The numbness of the night
rushes the unknowing unto the surface for the world to see.
It's a sight that I'm afraid to witness; but its lift is unworldly,
and I do not possess the strength to calm it.
And yet, the pain I feel does not hurt, it only aches.
Is it god telling me I've chosen the wrong path?
Is it my soul yielding to the blackness --is escape even possible?
Can anyone break-away from this fate?
My only hope is to close my eyes and embrace this darkness.
If it takes over my body,
then I'll know that I was too weak for this life.
What a galling way to go;
defeated by the only thing that heals my pain.
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