#WritcoPoemPrompt24
Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold...

Her stories are there,
They are in her scars.
His stories are seen
in his clothes.

You see them both,
and presume you know
that their story is dark
With no midnight glow.

But why don't you ask,
For their stories untold?
Are you afraid to see,
That when the story unfolds,
The dark soul,
is yours?



© Seniz Mehmet