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Darkness Hovers

Even when we pretend otherwise

By Colleen Millsteed Published 2 years ago Updated about a year ago 2 min read
Top Story - December 2023
Image courtesy of Pixabay

Grey clouds block the horizon where the sun is trying to peak its head,

Bird’s whistle their morning tune to say hello as they rise from their bed,

Striking white light peaks from behind those black curtains trying to shine,

As the sun slowly rises in her dawn, highlighting the horizon’s outline.

**

Pitter patter of raindrops begin to fall upon heated roofs, cooling the air,

As the world begins to waken, the darkness is distributed elsewhere,

Families get lost in their daily routines, living on auto pilot, totally unaware,

Listening to the news, the haunting misdeeds that don’t affect them, without a care.

**

In the next suburb over a wife is beaten by her husband, breakfast was burnt,

Doesn’t she realise he is only trying to teach her obedience, why hasn’t she learnt?

Her neighbours hear her screams, but then that’s a daily occurrence, a regular tune,

So much so that they now hardly notice as they’ve grown totally immune.

**

As the daylight grows bolder there’s a little girl lying crying in her bed,

Remembering the things Daddy did to her last night, praying she was dying instead,

She’s well aware life is wrong, this is not how her life should have panned out,

Doesn’t she deserve better? Sadly, she’s now consumed with doubt.

**

TV’s throughout the city begin to broadcast a new newsflash,

A forewarning to stay away from certain streets due to a horrific crash,

The unthinkable has happened, there’s a shooter standing high upon a ridge,

And he’s raining bullets down on the cars crossing the main bridge.

**

The daily newspaper’s front page has a headline stating a body’s been found,

A young teenage girl recently kidnapped has been murdered without a sound,

She’s been thrown aside on a path that runs through the local woods,

As if she was trash, to be thrown out and discarded with other broken goods.

**

While just next door to some kind hearted soul, lives a mother struggling with it all,

Tired of the constant screaming of her newborn, who does nothing but bawl,

So she hatches a plan to escape, one that will fix her problems in one clear sweep,

She mixes the poison used so both her and her baby slip into an everlasting sleep.

**

All this has happened before the sun crests the noon sky, now shining hot,

And the world keeps turning, casting a blind eye to the deeply hidden rot,

The human race prefers to wear blinkers to the torment of a pure stranger,

Until devastation hits home when they realise their own love ones are in danger.

**

Evil exists in the darkness of our underworld, spilling into every day life,

A mother loses a child, a son a father, a friend loses a friend, a husband a wife,

Miscreants wander our every day streets, invisible to the kindness of our heart,

As we live isolated, in our own little world, refusing to acknowledge the dark.

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago

    Yayyyyyy I'm so happy this got a Top Story! What a wonderful! Christmas gift from Vocal! Congratulations!

  • The Dani Writer2 years ago

    Creative license to convey an important message is one of the BEST uses! A concentrated encapsulation that I send every favorable wind so that it travels far. Well done!

  • Cathy holmes2 years ago

    Back to say congrats on the TS.

  • Mariann Carroll2 years ago

    Congrats on Top Story

  • Poppy 2 years ago

    Wow. This was incredibly tragic but so well written. There was so much emotion in every single line. Unfortunately, it’s also soo accurate.

  • Or to cast light into pitiably darkened hearts.

  • Gosh this was so sad and tragic! Unfortunately, it is the reality of what's actually happening. Your poem was very eye opening and thought provoking!

  • Cathy holmes2 years ago

    Oh my. That is so dark, so raw, and unfortunately holds such horrible truths. Amazing.

  • Babs Iverson2 years ago

    Dark commentary and very authentic!!!💕❤️❤️

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