dark gift

a child of darkness
she gave me darkness

not so much a gift
but a hunger
the hunger of a diseased child
who only wants to be hugged

a child of darkness
she gave me a handful of darkness flowers

agonizing burgeons
that could never open
into a bouquet of light and passion
if they open at all

a child of darkness

she gives me darkness
and i have come to see it as a gift

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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