The darkness attracts the broken

Flocking to the dark light
like moths bound to their fate
No illuminance this night
for love competes with hate

Their countenance so somber
reflecting all of the heart
In actions for no longer
they yet drift so far apart

Encumbered by their vestures
Faces pale like chalk
Feeble and useless gestures
mean no time for talk

And so into the night they flow
desperately seeking who they are
Not knowing when or where to go
From themselves further and far

The darkness attracts the broken
It’s all they think they own
Secrets and mysteries unspoken
away like birds have flown

© 2011 The Drummer Poet
Written : 06/02/2012

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