Monday, October 7, 2024

Night of the Soul

The night of the soul

Never comes quickly.

It slowly blankets the light of my smile

Like dusk.

Menacingly it takes over

And strangles like a rope

"How dare I exist?"

Over and over again, I'll repeat this

Until the very last drop of blood

Ceases to carry oxygen 

Through my veins.

Dark eyes full of wonder

Now searching for any speck of light. 

Damn this.







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