I have walked away from the dark chasms
have left them behind
I kick them away from my mind
when their dark entrance beckons me to enter
I cannot hesitate for a moment
there is no place for me there
These shadows of misery
are just beyond the green grasses
like a hideous painting
hanging above the kitchen table
Like the whispers of voices from inside
that are not your own
Tear-soaked pillows, shattered porcelain
and torn photographs strewn about its
cavernous corners
Every day unvisited
a growth of heavy underbrush overtakes
the jutted opening
A sign from the Light
The slow decay of the dark.
The Dark Chasms
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
Busted Flip Flops 
This is everything ❤ I love it!
Thank you Khulood!
Mind checking my latest poem?
Here’s the link if you’re interested: https://anunexpectedpoet.wordpress.com/2016/03/18/birthmark/
Thank you! Have a great day 🙂
Thank you for sharing your blog with me. I loved your poem Birthmark and look forward to reading more. Like I said, so personal yet so universal…