Published September 1st, 2023
by Michelle Prodaniuk
(Edmonton, Alberta, Canada)
The night is dark and that darkness creeps in through the window
It calls out to me, longing eternally for me
I long for the darkness as it longs for me
I gaze into the night and finally feel free
At night when no one is around my soul can finally breathe
I reach my hand towards the darkness and see a dark hand reach back
A welcoming, inviting hand
The dark hand disappears and the world becomes a black paradise
I find comfort in this darkness and fall into a deep slumber
Awakened by a shine of light, it is morning
I long again for the dark, as it longs for me
Biography
My name is Michelle Prodaniuk.
I live in Edmonton Alberta and go the University of Grant MacEwan.
I'm currently taking the Library Information Technology program.
I have a huge passion and drive for writing.
I have written a variety of short stories and poems and my dream is to be a writer.
My writing is manly horror/thriller.
My stories and ideas come very naturally.
This poem is included in Poetry World #7, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Edmonton Poetry Magazine:
AC-84-065
by Allan Lake
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