Chatterbox: Inkwell

I Never Wanted To Be Darkness

Note: This poem was inspired by some words that I collected from the Chatterbox. It turned out sort of creepy, though.

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I stood outside in the cold

and watched the carefully created illusions;

they shone like storm-splattered puddles

with an eerie, muffled light

I never wanted to be darkness

but the shadows collapsed upon me

to form a strange being

I was lightning

and sometimes thunder,

and it had something to do with you

It seemed that I knocked over light

beckoning it closer

only to push it away again

I never wanted to be darkness

but what is more mysterious

than a clouded soul