ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing

In the Darkest Nights

Updated on August 8, 2011

In the Darkest Nights

There's barely room

to move from his

hot stagnant breathe.

Clenching my teeth

I try not to breathe

I use to like my way;

fighting the darkness

till I found an incandescent

light in the darkest nights

suffices to show a way

My way is by moonlight

Who said Ra is a god?

I abide to the night

like a preadator

hiding like prey

It's in the day he's

breathing his foul

down our necks

biting the flesh like

needles corrupt with filth

his formations, his rules

- his world -

Even when the moon takes

over the sun

a conqueror in its conquest

- in the light hides

deceiving eyes that rape me,

bring me to my knees,

compromise me and try

to redeem me

And in the night

I breathe down their necks

and like a vampire

suck away the life of their paradigm.


Robin Coe is a journalist and author. She wrote the fantasy novel "Fly on the Wall" and graphic novel "Illustrated Book of Wrath".


Popular

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • profile image

      lostwithinmyself 6 years ago

      Voted up and awesome. :)