The Darkest Hour.

As I lay here in the darkness
I bleed from inside out
My lips don't move a muscle
Though inside I scream and shout

Mixed emotions begin to stir within
Love , hate, revenge I see
And for every blow my demons take
I lose a piece of flesh from me

These demons fight within my soul
Who will be the first to die
Will I find the haven that I seek
Or accept the reapers scythe.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-04-14 at 12:25

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Teala
Wow, very dark and haunting..
2006-04-21


Dave Glavin
When it's called dark, you reached a place where you helped people feel true pain from your words or gave them a taste of fear.To truly enjoy life,you must have felt death.an excellent job.
Peace,dave
2006-04-19


BlueyedSoul
Wow a dark one from you Graham....it is truly a dark hour when your soul is at this bitter place...you penned this with the exactness of a surgeon's knife....deliberate and to the point.

~BlueyedSoul
2006-04-14


Malin Johansson
This poem was heavy, but I liked it....

*As I lay here in the darkness
I bleed from inside out
My lips don't move a muscle
Though inside I scream and shout

love that part of the poem, but ofcourse the whole poem was great...
a kind of recognision in it
2006-04-14



Quite raw with a hint of almost frantic desperation. Will the poetic persona go silently into the night?
Makes for a heart-racing read!
2006-04-14