In The dark

In The dark

A Poem by Percy Pound

. . .

Where ever I go
Where ever I am
I'm asked the same question 
again and again
"Where are you from?"
They want to know

My mom was a lady
Who smelled of daisies and judgement

My dad was a man who
stayed and felt like a stranger
but who always held out a hand

My brother was a nuisance
One covered in bruises
One to follow, never question
One who had more faith than I
But never once had enough sense 
to ask 

My sister is a tough one
She is strong, but dull
Questions, but never follows

Who am I? 
Who. Am. I?
I am guilty
I haven't murdered in the traditional manner 
But many hearts bleed by my hand
I have ripped apart my own friendships
Just for on more chance 
That is my choice though
So who am I?
Where am I from?
That's and easy one
I am broken, crumbling.
I am the deserter, the murderer, the priest, the maniac, your neighbor, your lover  
And WE are from the dark
Born of sins and sorrow
Brought up by war and struggle
Burdened by this 
Consumed by this
But. . .
There only need be a light
nay, a spark
to become the light

I am you
Seeking and hungry
So feast!
Come, O bearer mine, and let us 
Dine on the sins of this world
For we must change to become
And to be not of or

In The dark

© 2016 Percy Pound

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It's like a short story! I love how much detail you out in this one poem. its hard to believe youre only 14!!! good job kid

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Wow, gosh I'm speechless, this is too good.
I mean, I'm having goosebumps reading this,
I'd pray to write like this. :)


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Added on February 7, 2016
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HI. This is awkward; you found my profile... So...I enjoy writing, and I will admit that I like to write a lot of poetry. I might also be writing a novel... okay bye, or stay, if you want. Haha. T.. more..

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