Consuming Darkness

By jolono

Thu, 15 Dec 2011
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7 comments
 

It waits, as all great predators wait
Still, then fast and accurate
Hiding, stalking its prey
Till the time is right to strike
Only then will it become visible
But not in our form, our shape
But in its own creation,
It takes,when it wants and what it wants
With no pity, no weakness
Power too brutal for us to believe
Knowing no boundaries
Taking no prisoners
No beating heart or stirring soul
Just a blackness that consumes.

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Comments

Submitted by scratch on
What is it?

 

Submitted by scratch on
I love to put my own psyche into this sort of creation, it has transported me and I am glad of it - but what is it?

 

Submitted by scratch on
Your words strike back and forth, making me read again and then some more. I need an answer to the dilemma. Great poem.

 

Submitted by jolono on
Ahh, scratch, that would be telling! Death, Sin? Up to you really. I think we all have our own Darkness. I was thinking that the reader would each think it was something different?

 

Submitted by scratch on
You Dog! A success then, and no doubt well done I hope it gets many reads.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Very mysterious, jolono;-) A powerful poem, that to me spoke of all consuming depression, that blights many of us at sometime during our lives. Nice one;-) Tina

 

Submitted by jolono on
Thanks Tina, I thought it could be for everyone. It could even be a weed in a a garden that suddenly suffocates a plant. Bit deep I Know! But hope you get where I'm coming from, its about all of us at some stage in our lives, we all think that something is coming after us, as a child, growing up, insecurities, etc etc. So it is what you want it to be.