Dec 14
1 min read
POETRY | DARK POETRY | THE BLACK VEIL
Entombed
A dark poem
Oh how I miss the sun!
to feel its warmth upon my skin —
here, only darkness dwells
day and night —
small slivers of light attempt
a break-through, only to be snuffed out
here, the dead pretend to live
by false light —
Seventy candles lit
a sacrificial rite; locked portals
complete the entombment
here, cold clinches my soul
a ghastly…
