A Night of Unnamed Ponderings - Summary

It is not entirely clear how writing serves to lance the boil of my unutterably darkest feelings, but to some degree it does. I claim neither art, nor beauty, nor skill in their writing. The merely are. For you who suffer through them, I hope you come out the other side unscathed. It is necessary to pass them on if I wish to be free of them.

A Night of Unnamed Ponderings 9

​You try to fill the yawning darkness with many a pint of ale
And many a plate of the finest foods, hearty, halcyon, and hale
But ne'er a drop
The black gulf rises
Nor smidge if distance it finds as
The demons eat your insides​​

A Night of Unnamed Ponderings 8

From inside the cave, I shone my light, but teas not enough to fight back the shadows, and not a soul saw it 'fore the demons consumed my heart.

A Night of Unnamed Pondering 7

The horror of the tattoos writ cross my soul will not brook the paltry shadows of tattoos upon my body.

A Night of Unnamed Pondering 6

​As windows to the soul, mine eyes must be no more than pin pricks, for I do not see the recoils of fear and revulsion this dark strain of mine should create.

A Night of Unnamed Pondering 5

Put me in a dark enough place and I shall light the world with the sickly light of my putrescent words

A Night of Unnamed Pondering 4

Threads of connection
Wandering from soul to soul
Pathways of happiness
My heart shall never know
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