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Silhouette Of Darkness (poem)

Updated on February 11, 2016

Mired in the midst of troubles

Existing with the garbage others have thrown out

Tattered are its clothes

Weathered is its skin

Silence fills its eyes


Sitting with some unknown

Tomorrow has no use for it at all



A shadow

Drifting in human consciences


Its soul has forgotten how to cry

It has no more use for its heart

But to carry its blood

The final reminder of its mother’s gift

Carried on the winds of time


Nothing wants it anymore

Even nature’s most forgiving cringe from its presence

Even vision wipes it from its sight

This blight of what we’ve become

This scum upon our streets


But as it moves

From the stench it leaves behind

Drab silhouette of darkness

Curse of imagination

A message falls

From use to be a smile


Dream while you can

Dream while you can

Music only


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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Reminds me a bit of an ugly human, like the Beast in Beauty and the Beast.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Hauntingly amazing, Martin!

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      lcbenefield 4 years ago from Georgia

      A haunting piece of poetry. I am stunned.

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      I think a person becomes an "it" right before they become a "nothing".

      When all the dreams of tomorrow fade away, only a shadow remains.


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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Interesting, and I, too, was wondering about the use of "it."

      Blessings, Faith Reaper

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      FlourishAnyway 4 years ago from USA

      I was intrigued with the use of "it," as that is how s/he probably feels.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Very moving poem Martin. I hope you are having a good holiday season.