Bright Darkness

Poem Info
133 words
4.75
5.6k
1
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

~bright darkness~

The Darkness shines Bright
from images in our minds
peering into nothing we see everything
and yet still know it not at all

Reaching into the blackness of the shadows
grasping nothing but enlightenment
a handfull of compassion
for all our tomorrows are clear and bright
as the shield of darkness

even in the sun with wide eyes we are blind
like a moonless night in the caverns of our minds
our ears still hear the ticking away of life and time
in the darkness,
calculating the day our lives will no longer chime

on a 2 am kitchen raid with the lights off
our days are the same way
running till we stub our toes
then coming to life as our pace is slowed
in the darkness we become bright

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
5 Comments
swallowedscreamswallowedscreamover 16 years ago
One of

those poems you read and sit back with a smile and say "Ahh..yes...that's it...that's it exactly".Well done, thank you! Will be adding this to my favorites in a moment.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
inspiring words

there is nothing a human being hangs on to so firmly, indeed, than the whole of himself...seeking nothing ...we become undone...wisdom well penned..dear one...blue

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 18 years ago
We Are What We Write

'peering into nothing we see everything'

ty,bd

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Hungry?

I loved the ending of this poem. All the artsy fooferal that preambles that vivid jaunt into a midnight kitchen wasn't attention grabbing, for me, at all.

Thanks for the smile!

Carrie

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
~~

Nice little write;

middle of the night

kitchen raid;

suddenly the stars shine bright

in a self-made cave...