Saturday, 2 May 2026

Story Number 070: Feature - Poem

Secrets Untouched by Light


The morning’s light is far from near

When I’m aroused from my deep sleep.

The voice is impossible not to hear,

It echoes in my head, to seep


In through my thoughts and mind,

It whispers the same repeated lies

It’s hissed for years; an attempt to blind

My thoughts and keep my eyes


Away from the beauty, the goodness, the light

To keep me empty, hollow and blank

To drain my strength so I can’t fight

To free myself from the cell, all dark and dank


Of utter despair and long dead hope.

I’m exhausted but yet it won’t let me rest,

Controlling my actions, making me cope

With a fate that’s far from blest.


The night is dark, the stars are dim,

They glimmer coldly, hung in a curtain woven of dread

The clouds are thin but solemn and grim.

In the darkness, everything hangs from a thread.


I rise to my feet, I try to ignore

The leaden tiredness that weighs my limbs,

It runs like heavy waves along a narrow shore

To erode and destroy, the water skims.


The night has the darkness, black as tar

Of expected morning, hours away.

And as dawn’s new light is nothing but far

I rise to my feet. I cannot stay,


The voice does snarl with horrid contempt,

It commands my submission, to fear its demands

It hisses, like a beast unkempt -

I know it would kill, if it had hands. 


The woods are dark, their blackness expose

All secrets the day will never touch with its light

The stars, they whisper, the moon, it knows

The dark thing that claims me; there’s no strength to fight.


A shadow it is, but more strength it possesses

Then anything else this broken world does own.

It’s sure of itself, it makes no guesses -

Can quickly devastate, leaving only bones. 


The veil of the night is pierced, the fabric is torn,

The sky itself can hardly wait for the day,

To hide this shadow with brightness of morn,

The darkness inside this broken piece of clay.


It’s hours till dawn. To go back I don’t yearn,

My friends are not safe, not ever, not yet -

To kill and destroy them the voice does burn

I know what I’ve done, I’ll never forget.

I dare not go back, I dare not return.

It’s safer this way, I’m only a threat.