ECLIPSE- A Poetry Collection

Closure

Against the dark backdrop of the black nights,

I stand, immersed in the forgotten feelings,

Hoping they would fade away in the autumnal air

No longer bound by dystopian strings.

Waiting in silence, darkness wraps around my thoughts,

As I drift to the disturbing past where pain once dwelled,

Wounding my innocent mind in its manipulative ways,

Each scar a story of battles fought and rebelled.

Pulling up my right sleeve, a cut lies exposed,

A mark of my own making, born of rage,

And frustration on the night I succumbed,

To the cruel writings of that darkened page.

The wind ripped open the book,

Rushing through its pages, wrinkled and yellow,

Bringing to life, the pain, still fresh and raw,

A torment too deep for me to swallow.

Drops of blood stain the white sheets,

Tears of agony have left their mark,

Pictures of me, scratched and torn,

By a sharp knife and its cruel spark.

Snatching the book, the autumnal air, relieves me,

Of the pain that had a grasp all the while,

Throwing it into an unknown horizon,

Bringing back on my face, a half-content smile.