Once, oh so long ago, when i was less than i am now, with a heart of darkness reigning true, and a mind unlike mine holding fast; it was still me.
Mistakes have been made, commitment has been cast aside, life has been laughed at.
Darkness engulfed my beginning, and its seed will evermore rest within.
A person may change, behaviour may be corrected, thoughts amended.
But the mistakes made, the thoughts thought; they will never be cast aside.
In the past they may rest, looking on, waiting.
However; I know. I know that darkness, the loneliness it would bring.
The mistakes it would make me commit.
I may never truly be of light, no matter how i struggle.
I may never truly leave behind what should be forgotten, its knowledge and pains engraved upon my very soul.
I may never find true peace.
But maybe one day I may find the courage to be an example, a thing to avoid.
A beacon of hope to those struggling, to those who fell back upon their olden ways, due to habbit, insecurity or even fear.
A voice of reason to those still cought in the vicious fangs of this darkness.
I consider this more a philosophical text than a poetic one, but poetry is hopefully close enough as tag?
Darkness Turned
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Tilgarial
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