The Dark Side of Me
The dark side of me
is buried into the light
that others do not see;
a mirrored image
of black matter from the universe;
rays piercing through
the ignorant, arrogant egotist
of those claiming to be righteous.
The dark side of me,
dark as the midday sun
of the summer solstice
stands high while others run
with a shameful, bigoted notice.
The dark side of me
sits calmly as a prism
separating the wisdom
of ancient days
from the cracking noise
of eroded wisdom teeth.
Though the dark side of me
is as dark as a mystery
yet to be conceived,
the bright light of others,
in its pseudo-perception,
finds its sustenance
from the core of my darkness.