This is another tidbit that was probably written between 1995 and 1998. While I would consider this to be pure and utter crap compared to what I write today, sometimes we need to understand the developmental process. The overall theme is something I still use today. Make it dark. Make it disturbing. This qualifies as both. But this is also quantifiably terrible, and it also qualifies as poetry, which I wouldn't write today. In my writing process, especially when I was younger, I wrote poetry to make sense of my own thoughts. These types of things were written when I couldn't string two words together. I do not read or write poetry today because if I wrote it due to being unable to write..... well, uhhh . . yeah. That's the long and short.
Understanding the Darkness
Night
Light
Flight
Fight
Can you understand anything, my dark companion
Do you love?
Do you hate?
Do you feel for me what I feel for you?
Can you cry?
My sadness blinks in the darkness
What I have, my friends, isn’t what I thought
And if you walk with me, here, in the darkness
Do not forget the light.
Because I thought I was lonely when god had forsaken me,
But I found myself screaming blood into the night when the devil had forsaken me.
Now I know that true loneliness is the understanding that I can never go back.
Foresaken
Alone
Dark
Disturbed
I understand the Darkness
Do you understand me.
