Ode to the Adulteress

There’s a darkness in the candy sitting on your bedside table,

in the creamy mousse-filled centre, caramel.

There’s a darkness in the foil open on your bedside table;

in the semen, in the condom, on your desk.

There’s a darkness in your heart, in your chest.

There’s a silence in the stillness resting in your open hand,

in the glasses slipping down along your nose.

There’s a silence in the dust collecting on your oaken bookshelves;

in the pages, in the words, still unread.

There’s a silence on your lips, in your head.

There’s a darkness in the nightmares drifting just behind your eyelids,

in the yellows and the purples in your dreams.

There’s a darkness in the kisses on the lips of those you're missing;

in the hands and the arms that you hold.

There’s a darkness in the storm, and it’s cold.

And you can’t forget it, and you cannot lie to yourself any longer.

And you can’t forgive yourself, and you can’t deny it, any longer.

There’s a darkness in the secrets that you’re trying hard to hide,

but the darkness always bows down to the light.

There’s a darkness in forgiveness when you beg for recom-penance

and there’s a silence in the stillness of your lips.

Because you know what you did and you still can’t forget.

And the darkness is your soul, and it’s a wretched, wretched soul,

and there’s a darkness, and a silence, and a stillness, when you’re dead.

Reviews

[Amber Lily]

That ending was very powerful! This piece could stand for so many things I'm not sure where to start. I love the darkness of this poem, and I love how it also tells a story. Good job :)