In secret, in darkness
He watches from the shadows,
To catch the play of light on her face.
A beacon that draws him away
from the ever-present madness.
His true name is lost to him,
Tormented by the powers that consume him.
A child still, he holds his breath—
Unable to comprehend
This strange sorrow that captured his heart.
He would let everything end,
Plunge the world in his eternal night.
But for the sound of laughter in her voice
He would stay his hand,
Stand his ground.
It was a sin to hope
For what he could not have.
The curse he carried was too great
His only memory of what he had lost
Was the remnant of tears in her eyes.
In secret, in darkness
He watches from the shadows.
He wonders why but for this—
To know that his love is safe
Stills the pain in his heart.
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My Heart, My Sanctuary
PoetryDeep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08...
