Dawn In A Hole

I don't even remember when I wrote this, probably I was too drunk then.

Infested like bug around my neck,

Consumed thoughts, battered and wrecked.

Take me two steps ahead,

My hope is dead, my spirit is beheaded

While the wild winds shudder my soul,

I look for you, a dawn in a hole.

This little insect running inside of me,

Feeding my mind, obsessed with insanity

Mirrored black, tattooed me

Ruthless, my own reflection doesn't speak to me!

Not god, not devil, somewhere in between

In blue and red dim light, ever growing

Shivering in the shroud, hide my soul

From the dawn, shine in the holes…  

Reviews

[The dark story]

I am outrageously glad to read this poem. I am back on this site after ages and it feels great to be blown away by strong dictions like the one in here. Its dark,consuming and breathtaking. Loved it. Thank you for sharing.

[Mayank]

Thank you so much for taking your time out and reviewing. Glad you liked it and good to hear that you are back here :)

[The dark story]

Its always a pleasure to read interesting works.:)

[Ruth]

Suffocating piece but not without understanding of some light in-between...all consuming and hard to remember the positive sometimes...powerful poem x