Poetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you.
Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
The darkest corners In the shadows of my mind Make me so afraid
Dust hangs from webs like Suicide victims decayed My hidden, lost mind
I fear its return I fear what it may reveal The person inside
If I could, or would Imprison my nightmare self Would I lock that door?
Or does fear abject Keep inner demons at bay? I wish I could know
The darkest corners Of my inner, darkest thoughts Await their release
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Do you have dark thoughts? A so called 'imp of the perverse' that whispers to you, telling you to do things you know you shouldn't, or darkening your thoughts? Dragging your optimism down and strangling it?
To a certain extent, this is a part of everyone. We all, I think, have thoughts we're not proud of. Whether we act on them or not is a different thing.
