Umbra

Well, I had a short poetry project to do, and this related to a piece of word I'd done earlier, a counterpart of sorts. So, I thought why not upload it here first to see what criticism I'd get? This was done in the space of about half an hour with a writhing headache. Don't be too mean.

Also, go into this with an open mind, if being analytic is your thing, see where it seems appropriate.

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Umbra

A shudder made its way down my spine.
Kicking,
Screaming.
That's all that was felt, all that was maintained.
I felt it, controlling, consuming.
"Reach for me"
It arrived.
I fell to my knees, panic-stricken,
It brought me there.
It? Shadows.
Darkness.
I was lost, alone, there was nothing binding me, nothing to anchor me,
Nothing that Earth and all of its elemental fury could do,
It feasted on me,
Ravaged my very being. I let it.
And then, like lifting a rusty cleaver from a reopened wound,
I felt the torment being quenched.
Such absurdity, obscurity, urgency, urgency, urgency.
Urgency.
Discovery?
I am Darkness. Deify me.

-Teiichi

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