r/Dark_Poetry
Her Name in the Walls
By Nekro
I light no candles rooms remember flame.
Her wool still keeps the weather of her skin.
The bed lies cold yet murmurs at her name,
as if the dark forgot to let death in.
My hands cross empty linen, learn their guilt.
The throat locks shut around a soundless plea.
The faucet keeps the time the silence built
from every absence left to rust in me.
You know this, reading low lit and alone
how wanting wears restraint and calls it grace,
how morning slips the curtain like a stone
dropped soft against a long defended place.
I lock the door. The dawn comes through it still.
Some ghosts are kept because the living will.
u/OrisNull666 — 8 days ago
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A voice in the world of the deaf
What sorrow it is,
To be born in a world of the deaf.
Yet still burdened with a voice
One that no other soul can hear
Within the kingdom of silence.
For there is no place more desolate
than where screams go to die.
Your only companion
the echo that follows
Faithful as a shadow
And just as hollow.
You are a miracle among the forsaken,
A lantern raised against an eternity
Of sorrow, that beckons forth
Both the damned and the lost
Yet you guide those
who have only ever known darkness.
And so your light passes over
like a cold autumn wind,
Felt for but a moment,
And forgotten just as quickly.
At last, your miracle begins to wither
Burning like the final embers
of a dying fire,
Left to freeze in the cold.
No warmth left to comfort you
Instead, you're left barren.
Your soul left burned and blackened.
Yet still, like smoke that accompanies disaster,
you are seen in all your terrible awe
but never truly understood.
So what then is this gift of voice?
A power to bend mountains
to command the Earth itself,
Were the world willing to listen
In a land where sound
is condemned to silence.
For a gift bestowed upon the giftless
Is no blessing at all
But condemnation draped
in a cloak of light.
u/Agreeable_Creme2929 — 14 days ago