Peace and tranquillity are only myths.
Myths created by people who dream of such feelings.
There once, but no more.
There are only migrating birds and other fleeing creatures,
Running from the darkness,
Fear for their life,
As it closes in forever.
I am one of them, a wild beast running in fear,
In fear of the trials, pain, torture and everything else that follows the darkness.
Every day, I pray for the darkness to go away, but it never does.
It is always there,
Clawing away at my very being,
Letting me know that I am nothing.
The world closes in all around me, shutting out all the light.
I run and hide, run and hide, until there is nowhere else to go.
It is even closer now,
More of an animal than an absence of light.
I feel alone now,
Like a caged animal left alone at night.
The world hates me,
Always laughing, sneering, looking down on me.
I have dreamed of over-powering them,
That one day, I will be recognised.
I feel the time is upon me.
That tingling feeling has come again.
This time I do not ignore it.
I use it to remove the darkness.
I rise up in revolt against them.
They cannot stop me.
Higher and higher I rise,
Up from the depths of the darkness, I rise.
Upwards and upwards I go.
Nothing can stop me now.
I keep God in mind as I go.
Without him, I would be nothing
I now look down at that once-powerful darkness,
Now, merely a rain-cloud.
I blow at it, and it disperses.
Once again, peace and tranquillity envelop the land
And covers the valley with a blanket of white.
I have won
[The first poem I ever wrote, sometime in 2001, published in the book "Visions from within" by the International Library of Poetry (c) 2002]
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