Through and Through

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Through and Through

Through the darkness,
Breath is still.
My hands, they tremble.
Afraid to feel.
To feel the tears fall from my face.
Shadows dance,
Exquisite grace.
Through the window,
Comes the moon.
Light once comforting,
Now so dim.
I need to find the light within.
But darkness pulls and tugs at me.
From all directions,
I'm stretched so thin.
I close my eyes,
Clench my hands.
My thoughts of you,
My only friends.
But even friends,
Have come to fade.

So I'll be gone,
At break of day.
I am Darkness,
Through and through.  
You dont want me,
I dont need you.

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Teardrops commented on Through and Through

05-25-2010

I am here to listen if the night gets to troubleing . The poem is a young lady fooking for some light in her life . Great write Marie

daughterofnyx

07/16/2010

I appreciate the support, I'm actually a very happy person. I have known sadness in the past, and therefore can write about it on occasion when it comes to mind. but I am in not form of a troubled time. :) It's all just a story.

KING commented on Through and Through

05-24-2010

Again i felt like i was on another ride going through your work as you flow right through it with each and every word. I hope you find the light in the still fo darkness because it is there :)

angelchaser commented on Through and Through

05-24-2010

I so love dark poetry^^ Nicely done, I hope you keep writing, I'll look forward to more of your work.

mustascheman commented on Through and Through

05-24-2010

Cool...I too enjoy the 'darkness'. The dark side is a great place to find inspiration but even darkness needs a balance to keep it in check, that balance is throwing in either sarcastic or gory humor when the poem allows. A great write..well done!

Rhymer commented on Through and Through

05-24-2010

I do love the dark poetry and you have written a gem. Darkness can not live in the presence of light as you aptly describe the darkness retreating. 10

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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