teddwebb

Do you want to see my dark place

A Dark Place,

I have a dark place inside me, but not inside my mind, inside me.

My mind, my heart, my being, my body, my soul combine to form this dark place.

It is like a tear in a piece of fabric, like a rip in jeans, but a jagged one that is uneven.

It runs from my collar bone down to my belly button and is narrow

and pointy at both ends and opens up towards the middle to about 4 inches wide.

 

There is awful in my dark place.

  I take souls and wrap my mind around their minds

   and bind them up while I take them to my dark place.

    Then their soul goes into my dark place,

      my eyes turn black and my skin becomes cold and stiff

        and my heart slows almost to a stop and I cannot feel anything,

          but I can see further and clearer than at any other time

           and I can hear better than at any other time

             and then an overwhelming wave of calmness flows through me.

 

I usually stop talking once I have them near my dark place.

 

There is no more need for words if it has gone to that point.

    And when they are in my dark place, I cannot speak words.

        All I can think of or see once the calmness has come is the bolt…

 

 

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[This is a poem I wrote on October 09, 2009.  This poem is very, very important to me and holds great meaning for my life, especially regarding the events of January 2010!  I can honestly and thankfully say that I no longer have a dark place and I am no longer haunted by the bolt…]