Crawling out from the pitch black,
Being thrust upon more darkness;
Maintaining a comatose state,
I begun to fall beyond all my strengths of recognition;
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This is a curious little poem. My favorite lines are: Creeping beside the seed of me, Thinking of what I am to be. There is a definite fear of the future coming out in this poem. It is almost the poetry equivolent of doing the Michael Jackson moonwalk through life. A very enjoyable read.10/10.
loved the way you opened thi one up but the last 2 lines were my favorite. i cant wait to read more
The heavily massed black hole of fear has grasped our lives in such a way that inner light has diminished but yet one should be pragmatic and optimistic.
Whoa, the darkness folded in your poem is engulfing the truth about our future... this is going to be one of my favourites! Excellent job, write more! 10
It is a very beautiful poem.