Darkness is a white misty world
where light is not absent
yet you can’t sight him-
his frozen words no more breathe-
darkness is angst and despair-
darkness is disheveled hair,
the loosening of the tight bun
to be hung to the waist-
darkness is dried up milk in breast-
darkness is insomnia,
a million spark
to be surged on paper-
darkness is a flair,
a fire,
a burnt soul-
darkness is a dead love,
a forever sleep
in a kitchen gas oven-
to be resurrected in luminous words-
(Whatever I have written here had happened to Sylvia Plath, one of my favorite poets)
Posted for my prompt ~ Darkness Is….. @ Poets United Midweek Motif
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