All that’s left

Here at the darkest part
is where I must choose to start
a place I want to leave behind
but always blaring in my mind
I cannot run and cannot hide
from the darkness that lies inside
the answers I seek to find
questions I know of not which kind
the greatest acceptance, my chosen despair.
upon this life I do not dare
to call the darkness from which I hide
I sink my head, “in lonely torment…” I cried!
I run from this gathering of host
the face of all, I am afraid of most
this darkness I keep within
hidden beneath this drape of skin
it’s a tempest of doubt and fear
that of which I not utter here
for speaking it will give it name
as if to call upon a beast to tame
this darkness I keep to me
away from else to see
it cuts deep and scars me whole
a tormenting mentor upon my soul
that which I keep locked away
never has seen the light of day
is the burden of darkest rage
I keep in my decrepit cage
for it is I that angers it most
locked inside this withering ghost
but the darkness is not which i fear
rather the truth I chose not to hear
that this darkness I’ve kept in pride
is all that’s left of me inside…