Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25825682-20150506214530

Eyes of Darkness (first poem, so I would not be surprised if it's lousy. I welcome helpful advice) I

I see no gleaming spark of light,

Nor is there a gift of untainted sight.

Only forever darkness is what my heart perceives.

II

Seeing reflections split every face in two,

An unforgiving maw consuming all that it knew. Recurring spite is what my sight weaves.

III

There is no force of greater purity,

Nor is there a prospect of human surety.

Endless bereavement is what my being predicts.

IV

My eyes watch the shadows over their shoulder,

And the count that dwindles as they grow older.

I see it all, the darkness is what truly exists. 