The Darkness

The darkness creeps in.

 

Shadows fill my crevices.

 

I lean into the pain.

 

I allow it to speak 

(lies) to my soul.

 

And wow, do I listen.

 

I give the voices

my full attention.

 

A wave of woe

washes over me.

 

And all my hope

fades away.

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