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Two Witches
New day
Light that burns the skin
Funny it should win
The night is gone at last
Cold room
Suffocated through
The scars that hold my tears
And wasted days
Song to sing
The silence chokes my breath
Taking all i had left
So alone
Comes the sight
The sunrising light
Catching in my eyes
Blurred in whys
Take the hand
Of darkness for a man
That clutches and holds
Embraces and lulls
I am gone
Just fine for a little while
Till coming sadness the witch
That curses me to death
I'm held here fighting myself
To stay awake
To stay away
From the clutches of that old witch misery
New day
Light that burns the skin
Funny it should win
The night is gone at last
This poem really resonates to
This poem really resonates to memories I have from a difficult relationship way back in 1976-78. Had I been able to express it as well, then, as you have now, I might not have gone through as much misery.
Starward