to the search of ones self, and I hope you like what you find.
I am the eternal darkness,
evil and full of spite,
I’ve travelled far to his domain,
to meet this one called light,
when its me that I see,
or is it he, who is me,
then I realize, its not us,
for we are one,
two separate halves,
of a single persona,
in conflict,
like the night,
and the sun.
by mysteryed
Author’s Comments:
“most of my poems come from life, my life, each is a part of me that gives me a new understanding of myself, I am now at peace with who I am.”