Dwindles the day <br />when the young girls play, <br />but cherish the time <br />for that young they won’t stay. <br /> <br />The days become stressful <br />they'll all come of age, <br />and their teenage years <br />will have filled them with rage. <br />But to live on, they’ll try <br />a new life to make, <br />but the darkness will eat them <br />and their lives they will take. <br /> <br />A sorrowful end, <br />for a young life so true, <br />but when the pain is inside <br />there’s nought they can do. <br /> <br />Guts soaked with darkness, <br />the vast sky never clears, <br />a monsoon of sadness <br />that drowns you with tears. <br />It’s a vacuum inside <br />that caves in with each breath <br />It’s as full as your mind is, <br />but as empty as death. <br /> <br />They’ll try to escape it, <br />keep a positive mind, <br />but the power’s not theirs <br />the tendrils will wind <br />deep through the chasm <br />of their choking soul cloud <br />to take the controls <br />and speak them aloud. <br />“Believe me I’m fine, ” <br />God's sake! no I’m not! <br />The darkness has got me <br />And I just can’t. <br />Can’t fight it. <br />Not anymore! <br />Please! <br />I… <br /> <br />I can’t do it. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And when something that strong <br />Is ruling within <br />She’ll fight more than ever… <br />But we all know who’ll win. <br /> <br /> <br />[ 7.38pm, Monday 30th April 2007 – age 20 ]<br /><br />Amy J Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-darkness-44/
