A-souls-darkness - DarknessWithin

I wanted to share this with you all.

Classical Music is something that makes me realize the power of a human mind. Just sounds and vibrations arranged in a certain rhythm can make us ooze with emotions.

It's beautiful to see how people can understand the meaning of a song, the feelings behind it even when there are no lyrics, no certain path to tread.

This prelude composed by Chopin is one of my favourites. It has a certain melancholic tint to it and , I feel, tragic undertones.

This piece makes me remember the losses along my way. I reminisce in the memory. I sometimes even get angry, when I feel the unfairness of the loss.

Listen to it when you have time to think and reflect. It may make you cry, it made me.

poetry is not just words nor rhythm or rhyme poetry is not just a moment in time it is not ink upon a crinkled page poetry isn’t merely a kiss…a stolen glance

poetry is in all things every breath storm

…moment

you

It was evening then. Just 7:30, but the night had already set. The dim streetlight cast a bluish hue over me. I was walking in the street, towards the pool side of the B block. I was wearing a hoodie,the hood covering my head. My gait and the hoodie signalled ignorance but I knew it was just a pretense. I knew it hid me from the gazes of other, it hid me from their faces, which told me what they were thinking, it hid me from thinking too much. Cold winter wind was blowing. I was wearing shorts and could feel it flowing around my bare shins. It flew through me. The coldness went through me like a ghoul. It sucked energy from me. Goosebumps signalling its departure. Leaving me momentarily empty. But I felt alive. The heat in me receded. The anger subsided. The cold wind felt fresh in my lungs. It chilled my nose. It felt tingly. The wind was addictive. I wanted more cold, more release. I wanted to feel it in my body. I wanted to drown in it. It gave me relief but took my life. While I write this my nose bleeds. I feel the red warm blood flowing out, dropping to the ground. Turning from deep red to ferric tangerine. The wind was parasitic.

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Within the dark forest

A humid element and dense fog

Coating the perceived dark soil of my self

An uncured and unwilted earth

Too dense for a breath

In this hardened lump of clay

Uncultivatable since forever

A seed has been sown

The seed is of a need

Of a friendship and a love

Of germination

It belongs to a field

The soil is still set and hard

Tormented by torrents of rain and storm

Of high winds and meteoric stones

Infested with the dark worms of doubts

And the spread of pain's fungi

Rotten roots and corpses of rodents

A stunted sapling or death

Is meant

But

The tilling of the soil, the seed brings

A shelter from degradation

Slashing of the grey canopy

The soil softens

Under a new brighter light

A warmer shine

Creatures breath

The rot expunged

The seed warms up

Hope for an orange fruit

Let me drown in the cold wind of solitude A shiver of pleasant memory, I feel The heat of anger subsides Although the path is destructive and forlorn A breath is what I need Relief from the crushing helplessness Wind was numbing and parasitic

For a bright second sun shines But then the betrayal resurfaces I plummet into the seemingly never ending tunnel of despair Tumbling and falling but I try to hold on But the shadow is all I can see and I can’t outrun it Because it is attached to me

These cuts and wounds of joy are treasured souvenirs They remind me of my loss,my downfall Their presence pains me But I couldn’t afford parting I love it I hate it The bittersweet memory