Light it's absent to me
Don't know the why of it
But I can't stand being in a bright room
Another thing to keep me up at night surely
Light it's absent to me
My room constant darkness
Darkness brings me comfort
But the why is unknown
Possibly because of how often I've been
In hospitals got IV scars from it
Maybe that's why I try to be in constant
Darkness at least then I know what to expect
Light it's absent to me
Maybe the reason for my aversion to Light
Is something so much darker
That it eludes my memory to
Keep me safe from another horror
That I've gone through I truly don't know
There's only so much I can recall
Everything else bleeds together in a
Viscous fog like haze alike ash
Light it's absent to me
There's so many questions I have
But no way to answer them but
They all stem from my horror of a past
The scars how did I get them
It truly keeps me awake wondering the how
Questioning the why of the horror
Pondering the theories I come to
See if they make sense
Terrified if more horrors from the
Ashen haze will be unlocked
Light it's absent to me
What else is locked away deemed too
Damaging by my brain
Forever to keep hidden
To protect me from what other
Atrocities I went through
I can never know for certain
Light it's absent to me
Darkness it's my solitude
No Light can shine through
The absolute darkness of
The black colored lenses
That I see the world through
Light it's absent to me
The darkness a respite from the horrors
That haunt me
The wounds that are
Constantly reopening
They're festering with puss
They'll get stitched back shut
They're gnarled shaped like knots
Light it's absent to me
YOU ARE READING
words from a broken soul
Poesíajust a collection of free verse/rondel poems(short stories to lengthy ones I guess) I've written over the course of ten months so far some won't be uploaded as I know they would get flagged as to dark of topics so yeah enjoy or don't. Feed back is h...
