They say the world is safer in your hands,
But your grip is iron, cold, and full of cracks.
You pull me through the paths you've paved with fears,
Blind to the jagged shards beneath your tracks.
You carve the future, claim it's mine to bear,
Yet every cut you make becomes my skin.
The scars you shape are lessons you don't wear,
But they're the chains you've forged for me within.
You speak of love, but love does not confine,
It doesn't break the wings it seeks to raise.
You close the windows, shut out all the sky,
And wonder why the fire has no blaze.
The map you hold is crumbling, frayed with lies,
But you still trust its ruins more than me.
You say you know the way; you close my eyes-
And in your shadow, I cease to be free.
What damage is the weight of all your dreams,
When they are not the dreams I wish to chase?
How deep the wounds that words can never heal,
When trust is lost, and love becomes a cage?
I walk your road but never call it home.
In the darkness, I am learning to let go.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
