The dark one


Mostly, I hate this side of me:

The dark one

The haunting one

The heavy one


But when she takes hold of me,

When I can feel the smothering fog crawl through my limbs,

I can’t stop her


She doesn’t knock, just bursts in without acknowledging my presence

And takes control

And yet…


Yet she’s one of the most beautiful parts of me

Certainly the most terrifying

And as she slinks and saunters

I can’t help but envy her,

This dark shadow


She spins the wheel,

Throws the dice,

And steers.

And as I become her,

I think what she thinks:

“Scald me

Scald me

Scald me

I want to burn”


She’s powerful and intense

And she commands so much respect that I can’t force her away,

even when I want to


She’s a wild horse

And the only one who can keep me running the race

And sometimes all I can do to survive

is surrender to her will and let her move my limbs

Like she’s the all-powerful puppeteer

And I the pathetic puppet


Yet I never feel as powerful

& in control as when I’m her




How could I ever resist her?

(3 October 2015, 1:36 am).


One Comment Add yours

  1. Nicodemas says:

    Amazing and wonderful.

    Liked by 1 person

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