In the Solitude of Darkness
by Michael Doyle

To the degree that I do not fear
I am powerful enough to persevere
I say this with a heavy-hearted sigh
As my soul fixes its intellectual eye

The love and rage that exists inside me
Have become the source of my philosophy
My dreams transfix as they rearrange
Coming as they do with a sudden change

The world's secrets hold the design
That those like me seek to divine
Like a fallen angel becoming level
My heart is that of a malignant devil

Here, as I outstretch my wounded hand
Is it the work of my soul? I fail to understand
Uninspired by love at times, I live for others' fear
As I snarl, the beast inside howls, and others hear

There are wild seas and regions left to explore
And my heart of desire seeks these all the more
Everything is held to have its similar beginning
As sure as I stand, it comes from another's ending

Following this through with bitter instinct
I feel confident that all misery becomes extinct
Deep, dark solitude is my only true consolation
When the wickedness of my heart is my destination

In the solitude of my most profound sense of darkness
My self-expression becomes nothing short of harshness
And I sink to my knees, faltering under my depravity
That others lie and suggest is my greatest creativity

(c) October 18, 2024   Michael Doyle
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