Since I've been writing poetry since long before I started this blog, I'm going to post older poems as well as new stuff. Here's a little gem from the very beginning of the school year, back when I thought I was good at writing poetry but actually wasn't (as opposed to thinking I'm good at writing poetry and actually being good at it). This was my audition for my high school poetry slam team...
Somehow I managed to make the team.
Anyways, enough gab. Here's the poem.
Silence
Night seeped into my soul long ago,
Dripping poison like immobilizing tar,
Set its cold fingers into my heart and sent me into a stupor.
I know its touch, that hand of death,
That cold and unfeeling pit in my chest,
That open mouth of darkness waiting to swallow me up.
I know all too well how it feels to have my toes resting on the edge of despair,
Gazing into its depths and wanting with all my heart to fall,
To give myself up to the unending depression,
To feel like I was flying only until I hit the bottom,
But only able to cry out “Let it end!
“Take it away!
“Please, please, no more!”
Never having the courage to jump like so many before me,
To let the night control me and take me into its cold, cold arms...
That cruel mother from which I was born and into which I will fall in death.
I was led by the light of neon,
Hand in hand with my dark angel who silenced my cries of fear with frozen fingers,
Taking me down dark alleyways in a city of crumbled hopes and dreams,
Inhabited only by the ones that came before me to rot in this place,
Curled in a fetal position and crying, crying, crying...
Crying for the light that felt might never come.
I struggled to pull my hand from hers, struggled to rip her palm from my mouth and scream
“Let it end!
“Take it away!
“Please, please, no more!”
…
Light came to my being that day,
Spread its wings like a butterfly and brushed the edges of my tattered soul.
For the first time, I felt joy,
My cruel mistress beaten back by the sword of that seraphim,
That golden champion.
The darkness shrieked as it dissolved into day, warmed by the sunlight.
That day lingers, glows from my core and lights the way ahead,
Shoos away the dark things of the night and keeps the fallen angel at bay.
She will not control me,
Nor will she silence me ever again as I say these words out loud for the whole world to hear!
I will not be silenced!
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