The Black Sea

About this poem

This is a poem I wrote a while back: In this, I’m talking of the contrast, as I see it, between my self, and the external world, be it, everything that is not me, that is unbeknownst to me. I say I am unsure of whether this horror lies in what is being REVEALED — the dark — or what is, itself, performing the REVEALING — the light. I talk of how I do not feel worthy of being here, of existing in this plane, that I am in some sense an invasion, a parasite — I do not want to be found. I talk of the trepidation, the fear, I have of what lurks in this ocean, not knowing what it will mean for me. I can find no distinction in the light and the dark; the known and the unknown. I decide that they are perhaps two sides of the same coin, inseparable. The closing of the poem, I am, in essence, talking of suicide in the face of this. more »