Holy Darkness
by
Sam Hackel-Butt
(Age: 19)
copyright 05-12-2004
Age Rating: 10 to 127
The holy dark hid her pain.
She reached out to friends, for support and comfort.
For shelter from the cruel lies he dared to speak against her.
Only he, who shall remain nameless, is capable of such mass pain.
She didn’t want to hear it anymore.
She blocked out the one man who protected her.
He gave her happiness.
He was there when she needed a shoulder to cry on.
But now his shoulder has gone cold, and he has become numb.
Suddenly shunning her from him.
She ached for the day that the darkness would lift, and yet, was afraid.
She was afraid it would make her vulnerable.
Her pain was still fresh, and tears were constants on her cheeks.
Anger would course through her veins at the thought of him.
But nothing could distract her from what has happened, what he will continue on doing to women he thought he was superior to.
Lying cold on the floor, and feeling betrayed, she hugged herself as her agonizing thoughts tortured her.
A single tear escaped her eye as she shut them tightly, and willed for the pain to end.
Her body lay there, not moving, while the darkness thickened; threatening to engulf her forever.
But a light pierced through the darkness as a figure came and took her outstretched hand.
He showed her love again.
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Such a unique write...I love how you used the darkness...such a painfilled write. I could feel my heart clench as I read. That is so sad and full of aches...A write that expresses and pulls in the reader, letting them have a glimpse. Good work!
Well, since my old "comment" doesn't even fit my definition of "comment" I figured I'd post another one. My single experience in "love" or infatuation really, ended in me simply blocking him from my thoughts because it was irrational. I can truthfully say that when I was in a state described in your poem, I pulled myself out with no helping hands. You've got vivid descriptions, and I enjoyed this although I'm not a fan of the third person. Like I said with the vivid descriptions, it also tell quite a story even if I can't relate! Both of those elements together really painted a picture in my mind. Good work, keep writing.
Relating is what makes people close in life. Only you know what it feels like to lose someone in your own way. We too have lost people in different ways but it just doesn't always feel the same. In ways I can relate to your pain, but in ways I can't. The reason there is so much poetry that is different, is because we all feel the same things in different ways. You have the talent to make it heard. This was beautiful because it is true. But yet it was sad because the pain hurts especially towards you.
The pain that goes with the loss of a loved one is unmeasurable. Poets will always write about this subject. Your story is compelling and you keep the reader engulfed in the pain that you are feeling very well. Great write! Thanks, Anthony
It is amazing the number of hands that will reach out to you in your darkest hour. Such pain and suffering should never be endured alone. For ourselves we become just as bitter and cold as stone as the one whom has shunned us from them.
Samantha, what a powerful poem. I could feel the anguish and relate. It gets better...with time. Keep writing though...use it as a tool to work through the pain...
sorry abouth the breakup with your boyfriend. Don't worry you will find some one else. Just please continue writing your poems. I really enjoy reading them. If you need anyone to talk to you can email me. I am always willing to talk.,
Toni S.
Welcome !
