*** This is my one and only attempt at poetry in my entire life. And it was not really originally written with the thought of being a poem in mind. Please read the whole thing before you start asking me if I am ok..
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A Different Perspective
The darkness surrounds me.
But to that I have grown accustomed
The voices I can hear but cannot place.
They taunt me with their existence,
Coming from everywhere, and yet nowhere,
And never making any sense.
The one word I can now make out, "Edward".
But is that me or the name of my tormentor?
I feel I should know,
But yet the truth seems beyond my grasp.
Few things make sense in my darkened world.
For now I cannot move.
I feel as though there is a great weight,
Holding me down.
I try to scream.
But there is no sound.
Save for that of the voices,
Saying more now than usual.
Then something catches my eye,
A movement, however fleeting.
And yet, how can I see movement when all is dark?
Then I realize, the movement is light.
I fight through the great weight upon me,
Though it tries now more than ever to hold me,
Striving for the light.
I force my way out of the darkness of my world.
All is bright, as I am overwhelmed by the light.
I see a man, but cannot make out his face.
Only his eyes, dark and brooding.
He raises his hand, holding it high above me.
Then he lowers it and strikes me.
Again I scream.
But this time there is sound.
Thus, was I born.
Copyright The Blank Knight 1993