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by V. Blake

The desolate valleys were caught in the null
And the last shades of crimson have long since faded

A pale horse strides outside the window
A consciousness justified in awaiting the sunrise
Though it’s the storm that keeps me awake
Imagine another day
Another chance to change things
Though I know I couldn’t if I wanted
And a broken heart offers no refuge
And the infantry of the night are gathering

What do you wait for when you’re hiding from the past?
An absolution to make complete what never was?
Or a resolution to erase it completely?
Then again, it’s too dark to see either in the distance
And a million miles from here, there’s another tempest
A black hole surrounding and devouring some other soul
Too blind to see it coming
And too weak to stop it when it arrives
I can’t sense or feel either (though I’m quite sure they exist)
Like whispers in the void:

“Realize a heart in two pieces
Is more valuable than none at all”

Another faceless enemy passes by the glass
And reminds me that I am hiding from a world
That I suppose I’ll never understand
But even if I released myself into it…
What could I expect to change?

When it’s been midnight since you can remember
You begin to forget what the day feels like
Or what it means to feel
Or even if you want to feel at all
And it has;
And I have.

But it only takes one voice to shatter a silence;
And one spark to scatter the night.


Author's Note: This was the second thing I ever wrote, when I was 15. I like it better than I should.

Posted on 06/28/2009
Copyright © 2023 V. Blake

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/28/09 at 05:00 AM

Absolutely stunning and searing! It's easier though, I believe, to write this when one is thirteen. The penultimate para is a little too obvious bordering on preachy, but otherwise so well structured and written.

Posted by Olivia Martin on 06/29/09 at 01:48 AM

First of all, your words are those of a well-seasoned poet, even at the ripe 'ole age of thirteen. Secondly, this piece was stunning beyond words. Your poem gave a whole new meaning to the attempt at rediscovery of one's self, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Thank you, for this, it was something I desperately needed to read.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/01/09 at 06:41 PM

This is an amazing work for a man of any age! You blow me away!

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