told too many times
“be quiet, child, you talk too much—
be seen and not heard”
she finds friends under her bed
who listen in the deep dark
dark has its own voice
a twisted cacophony
of hurt and anger
it plants a vengeful earworm
that screams day and night for blood
©️2023 jai
(Note: Some of you guys may have read this a few days ago. Somehow, I inadvertently moved it to a draft, so am republishing.)
Above Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay
On the Fringe of Darkness 
This is once again so powerful Jai. I understand about the farkness. This poem echoes my own life and childhood you are a brilliant poet.
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Thank you, Lorraine, though I hate that you have experienced darkness as well.
Your wonderful compliment made me blush. ☺️
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Jai, I see that you have brought this poem forward again, and it is an absolutely brilliant poem. You are a fantastic poet and you write things that go straight to the heart, please keep writing ❤️
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Thank you, Lorraine. Coming from you, this means a lot. 💖
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You are so welcome Jai
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Wow. Subtle imagery, just enough, not too much, less is much more here. You are a gifted wordsmith and a pleasure to read. This is my favorite so far. 💀
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Thank you. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. A lot of people like to write about flowers and love and all that is bright and beautiful. I find beauty in darkness.
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If we are denied the right to speak, we generally hear what should never have been said…!
Re: the battle of the two wolves… we tend to feed evil, because it shouts louder than good…!
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True…and it’s not only children who are denied speech.
Yes, evil screams much louder than good.
Thank you. 🙂
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