The birth of light

Through the darkest depths of my heart
Through the lightless tunnels of my soul
The demons of my weakness
The shame that is I

The emotion that was mined
With the devils sweet wine
The borderless, reckless freedom
With my hand in every hollow

In every conceivable shade of black
I have forced myself into
I found refuge, comfort
My Demons as my friend

And my heart of hate
These tunnels of my soul
Birth I gave unto
My priceless stones of light

My search in the darkness
The devils I set free
My demons have succumb
For the light I am now




Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-26 at 08:11

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So glad those demons have been defeated by the light. A strong poem eith a good ending. Keep the light in sight.
Ashe
2017-10-26