I Am A Dark Poet until Death

I am a poet of darkness, bound until death, Lost in the shadows, where silence takes breath. In the depths of despair, my words find solace, Unveiling the anguish that hides beneath the surface. Through each line I pen, I set my demons free, Releasing their secrets, drowned in obscurity. I grasp the pain, the ghosts that haunt my mind, And weave their stories, with verses well-defined. With ink as my weapon, I fiercely wage this fight, Seeking redemption amidst the long, endless night. My verses paint portraits of the forgotten and weak, Giving voice to the voiceless, letting their stories speak. In rhymes I convey the ebb and flow of life's tide, In rhythmic verses, find solace deep inside. I delve into darkness, exploring the human soul, And bring forth emotions that we often withhold. With words as my compass, I navigate despair, Guided by sorrow and the weight I bear. I am a poet of darkness, bound until death, Yet, through my verse, I find life's very breath. I seek not glory nor fame in the poetry I write, But to illuminate the darkness, make it ignite. In each line I forge, may hope and strength arise, A testament to resilience, in spite of life's lies. So let my words echo, far beyond their