Betwix Darkight

The First raindrop is always the hardest – the happiest
She falls to the ground of desperate souls
And lights their fire.

The First sun-ray is always the warmest
Embraces the thoughts of hollow men
Brings them to peace and laughter:
The sun is finally here.

The first child is always the loudest,
For before them was silence
And without them silence remains.

Force your breath inside for when
Life takes over
You shall have nothing but a whisper –
So dim like the sound of a distant trumpet.
Firsts will always be the bestest –
No matter how many laters
Are built with heartjoys and heartbreaks.
Heartaches: they create darkness
That overtakes the wrinkles
Of too much smiling
And too deep laughter.

Eyes folded and breaths stolen:
Open your eyes and feel the gloom
Spreading in your lungs

For they have caused you so much pain.
Feel the rage and plan your revenge
For it has come:
Your age of victor.

Bring your sword of memories
And dive it deep in your wounds
So the past is never forgotten
And the future is never hoped for.

Weep. Weep and let your heartache echo
In the lands of lost souls –
For it has come
Your age of victor.

Tear the walls of ease and never go to peace
For your pieced heart shall never be pierced
With words of comfort.

Shake. Shiver. But never listen.
Heat your fires and cool your aspires
And run: run. Here is never a home for people like us

Aye, It has come
Your age of victor.

Alas, a serpant has infected your soul
And pain has made you heartless
But I can hear a dim beat – not so distant.

Frosty emotions with care grow back
Better than earlier
– earlier than a morning sunrise.

Cliches like ‘dawns follow darkest hours’
Are not so when downs are our constant companions:
It has come
Your age of spring and comfort.

Harshness may cover your heart

But beneath the pain and hurt

There lies what not a lot have:

Hope.

Let the ice melt, and the ache

Fade, for when it is set:

Life will give you a save,

One more breath for an ever-after

Of sweet memories,

Of heated emotions,

Of a story:

Love will grow, in your heart, eventually.

Light that candle and whisper to your thoughts:

I am here and so is hope.

I shall not let the wounds of what was once

Break me to pieces for long.

I break free from darkness,

I embrace the light;

Fires inside us will sometimes spread

Brining our souls to the end

But with the help of brightness

We amend

The breaks and burns of our inside.

Tempting gloom can erase our flare

But hear me out, one more thing:

Life is hard and so are people,

This ride will never be joyful

But with passion and dedication

Nothing can really hurt you.

Hold on hard,

Hold on to yourself:

This is not the actual end

But your beginning

Of age of comfort and your spring.

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