Dark Poetry ~ Nightmares Grown Old

For every spark of light,
inside there is darkness.
A bright star black hole.
Angel-eyed poet. Wild-eyed madman.

Heart of a demon.
Soul of an angel.

Disguised by black of night.
Hidden in broad daylight.
Holding on to happiness tight.

Holding anguish, rage, and hate…
Not far from sight.
Hidden, hiding, horror!

Scared of bright days,
and darkest nights.

I see hate in happiness,
soothing my soul.

They both delight me cold.
Nightmares grown old.
Time to be told, shine bold.

Old, cold, alone…
I’m home.

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