Dedicated to DevilSpawn2005
(For soulvity writing contest)
Prompt > "Write a poem about something that most people find ugly but you find beautiful"
WALKING IN THE DARK
Taking my thoughts for a walk tonight.
Where there's just darkness and stars; no person in sight.
I'm fragile, I'm weak and in the day time that truth might leak
But in the darkness I'm free, in this emptiness my mind can speak
The slight drizzle is cold; chilling, but still it doesn't deter
I'm home, I'm safe in this jungle of stars and litter
I came to realise that there's no free thing, not even art
That's why I'm barefoot, walking freely in mud and dirt
The cold of the night ignites my creative bone
The smell of garbage makes me feel like I'm not alone
I could walk for hours in these chilling showers
I could play, dance and scream in this forest of flowers
Look, up there, is that a shooting star?
I should wish for eternal darkness, no light, no filter
I should wish for mud and rain, no, I should wish for… a cage
But that's just a meteor, unlike shooting stars, they die
Shooting stars are prettier, they keep their promises; they don't lie
It was only a meteor, so that means, no cage
Ah, darkness, is there really harm in partaking in you're charm?
If not, why is my body cold, why is it raising so much alarm?
But that's just darkness, in its danger I find my safety
In it's mystery I regain true sanity
In its expanses my thoughts roam free, here they can feed to their fill
In this darkness, anything cracks, even a heart made of steel
But then, I see the enemy, I see light
I'd have to choose between' fight or flight'
Looking behind there's no darkness, there's just plants, buildings and people
They're staring, I'm staring, we're staring yet breaking contact is so simple
I just turn and walk away; barefoot and drenched but satisfied
They'd once thought I was mad, now their suspicions were clarified
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