SuziCate's Musings


I slide into darkness

And wear it like a glove

Finger by finger

It melds into my soul

Until my heart does not exist

And I stop reaching for the light

I cling to the shadows for comfort

Knowing it is all that is left of me

And I am afraid of the dark

Prompt is “meld”.


Comments on: "Melancholy" (8)

  1. written by someone who has been there. great imagery.

  2. Anyone who knows about his own inner darkness is indeed an enlightened soul.. fearlessness to enter there and relax.. and recognise some brighter spots..scattered here and there make the life beautiful.. I enjoyed your write.. except that one need not fear darkness….light is valued only because darkness exists..

  3. I can feel your words…

  4. Darkness of the soul, to be sure. Nicely done!

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