The Shadowed Beacon

A soul forever enshrouded in midnight's dark cloak.

The Self forever caught by daylight.

The mind forvever shattered.

A song of woe plays in the west.

A song of joy in the east.

Which do I follow? Which brings the resolution I've so desperately searched for?

Who am I now?

A shadow forever caught between this world and the next, living but not.

Or a gleaming light tarnished around the edges by a troubled life.

Never one or the other, but two halves of a whole that refuse to fit together.

 

Shrouded by illusions and smoke.

At peace only at night.

Going on as if my happiness mattered.

My story missing it's ideal cast.

Darkness' demons make me their feast.

Where is my beacon? Where is the path to lead me to my core?

How do I get there without knowing how?

Between darkness and light; eternally caught.

Stabbed in the back with the sharpest knife.

Never whole, forever torn, in darkness I am permanently tethered.

Author's Note

this piece hasnt been edited, so please ignored all gramical/spelling errors. Just tell me if u like the way it flows, or if u think I could use a better word somplace.

<3 always,
Dusk's Dream. Dawn's Hope.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Love the title and the content of your poetry was great...

[Erin]

Some people are so dumb!
But back onto the subject of your poem...
It's REALLY good. *ignoring grammar does not compute*
But I'll ignore it anyways.
I like your vocab. And your movement. It was fast paced and nice and you're still my best friend so I won't go into the grammar mistakes, because I would so just ignore the author's note and go into it but I won't.
Ah, rambling.
PBP