The Darkness Within

It begin at such a young age, in such a beautiful world. A young boy, just becoming a man felt the as if the depths of the oceans had flooded his thoughts. It felt as though he was unable to breathe, a large weight pressing down on his chest. This was the weight of sadness and anger, all that is directed towards himself. Such a beautiful world he lived in, where the trees swayed so softly in the light breeze, and the essence of his mothers baking lingered around their home. Not even the beauty of the shining golden sun, or the bright smiles of his siblings could take the pain away. This was the worst kind of pain, a pain one feels all to the themselves, a pain which one cannot understand. Years would pass in this beautiful world, and slowly the trees began to shrivel up and they no longer swayed. The amount of hatred he had for himself grew each day, until he decided he no longer was for this beautiful world. So, his mother continued to bake, the sun kept shining, the world kept turning but the universe had lost such a beautiful soul, to the darkness that is within.

by Shaye Devi

Comments (5)

Tragic and sad. Well done. S
Respect, respect - and seasonal greetings to your big heart, CJ! I'm with Allan on this!
when i first arrived at poem hunter with my little bag of poems i think i had sixty i used to read CJ HECK and i was in awe of her and do you know i'm still in awe of her and if you read this poem you will know why Warm regards Allan
Everywhere you can find a beautiful heart, good poem, C.J.!
when all appears lost grace and that bit of miracle is enough to manifest the inherent possibility every life meets when the heart is open I enjoyed the sadness but even more so the surge of human love in all its forms