No fear of the dark

 


If there was anything I never was afraid of,
it was of the darkness shielding dreams
of a reality of everything beyond reality
but much more real than reality,
of hidden knowledge, usually buried alive
but the more surviving just for being lost,
of martyrdoms of ghosts that never could be silenced
for their crying of eternal desperation for their loss
of rights, of justice, truth and their true stories;
and of all and everything that only could survive
and live the better for the unpenetrability
of the protecting dark; and finally
there is no darkness and more depth and richness
more magnificently overwhelming and profound
than in the darkness of the soul
that dwindles on in ever deeper darkness
going on forever.

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© lailaroth 2020
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Nemo

Sorry but I find this makes a point at the start which is then driven into a long inexorable development in which the reader is given no time to unravel one idea before another is presented eventually leading to a conclusion in which it is impossible, to me at least, to determine whether you have now become “afraid of the darkness shielding dreams of a reality of everything beyond reality but much more real than reality …..” or not.

I would recommend that you break your poems into shorter sections (or stanzas) containing the different stages in your thinking.

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