Blood – An Improved Haiku?

I mask my alarm.

Pain eats away within me.

Blood drips down my arm.

Was that better than the last one? I’m really enjoying this Haiku thing.

The Dark

I am the dark.

I wish I could be honest with myself.

But I am the dark.

I wish I could be free of myself.

But I am the dark.

I wish I could survive myself.

But I am the dark.

I wish I could see the Sun for myself.

But I am the dark.

I am the dark.

The dark.

The dark.

The dark.

I am the dark.

Malcom Moore Award

I won an award.

I do not know why or how.

Still, it’s my sword.

Trying Haiku

My first attempt at a haiku. Did I do it right?

Drops of sunshine dew.

Cling to the nighttime comfort.

Day is pain anew.

I am

I am the soul of the wounded.

I am the darkness of night.

I am the silence of pain.

I am the torture of suffering.

I am the lost.

The dead.

The alone.

I am hopeless.