I was three when it first happened
The shouting continued till after midnight
I hid in the shadows near the stairs
And sobbed as I heard them fight
I found solitude in the dark
When their screams got unbearable
The dark was my hide out
When it all got too scary
A vase or two was broken initially
Before it became a trend
Doors were slammed and car engines were revved up
Leaving me all alone
I'd crawl out from the shadows
Leave behind my safe haven
Stare at the shattered glass
And pick it up before making a slash or two
But then I'd stop to hear the whisper
From the shadows in the dark
Calling me back
And I'd embrace them
I found peace in the dark
When my inner demons tried to take over
The dark was my sanctuary
From the demons of the world outside
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Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
