Dark Room

A dark room

Not so dark

When lights emerge

With pulsing color

A dream state

Made real with vision

 

A subtle cry

Yet no one home

Alone again

No tears of sorrow

But mine that tap

With time as an echo

 

Tick away

The clock will sound

Another day

Another tomorrow

The whimper I hear

Is not of my own

 

Whose is this torment?

A woman’s sobbing

That turns to laughter

With mockery

Or abject humor

My thoughts ablaze

 

Whispering comes

Yet no thoughts spoken

I obscure these words

Never to see

Nor speak

But felt by those who hide

 

Rest now

Ignore pulsing lights

Or shadows that darken

Or brighten days

These twisted sights

To be forever forgotten.

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Author: Daniel Gibbon

This site is dedicated to sharing experiences I have had, the good and the bad. I am an aspiring blogger, graphic designer, photographer and director with some interesting experiences to share. I have generated all content on this page from scratch through drawing, creative writing and photography. Stick around and enjoy the lucidity of life.

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