Seeping Darkness

Seeping Darkness

It was a lovely night

until the sun

                                    escaped

our grasp.

Any and all signs of

                                    security

slipping through our

fingers. 

The last bits of light

                                    stretching

over land and water,

                                    blinding

us with its last

                                    goodbye.

But as the bright

day fades, the

darkness

                                    creeps

in around us

and

                                    seeps

deep into our bones

sending chills

slowly crawling up

our spines, under our

skin.

The monsters of our

                                    nightmares

always seem to

become more realistic

at night.

When our imaginations

                                    run free

and we aren't quite

sure what is hidden

behind that

                                    wall of shadows.

The fear sets in as

the silence becomes

too loud to bare.

Every

                                    crunch

of a fallen leaf,

every

                                    chirp

of a calling cricket,

every

                                    crash

of the salty waves

forever

                                   drowning

the shore,

makes you shift in

your skin. Makes

you feel the eyes of

someone,

                                   something,

on your shaking

flesh.

Telling yourself

that the monsters

in your mind aren't

                                   real

would be the best

option.

But you can't help

but think

                                   "Are the demons in my head real?  Or am I my own monster?"

                               

Reviews

[Mirra]

I like the darkness of this poem. The imagery and choice of words, and I like that you indented some of the words, it makes it more unique.

[Chebem Ike]

Nice poem u got there ! But I think u might want to check ur first like, think u meant day not night. Ur description of the night and its terror is wonderful, it just flows!

[Chebem Ike]

Nice poem u got there ! But I think u might want to check ur first like, think u meant day not night. Ur description of the night and its terror is wonderful, it just flows!

[Briana O'Connor]

I love how the intensity of this poem increases as one moves forward. It's suspenseful and thrilling. The darkness you've described is beautiful and unique. The question at the end gives it even more power. Well penned.