Opening gambit of a collaborative poetry piece possibly exploring darker themes or those of hope and light - depending how my counterpart sees fit to take the narrative.
By candle-light I pen these words in earnest
Though I fear if the light were to burn out it would be a kindness
For just as my mind dwells in darkness
So too should my body
I have such sadness to repress
Better hid in silence than to express
What is this beast that dwells in me?
This monster that bubbles to the surface for all to see?
It is cold and it is ugly
And though I beg it to be still this demonic rage, rages to be free