Only just started writing this year after retiring any comments?
Looking out from the dark it’s easier to see what’s real and what’s not
Fake smiles false friendships hidden in the light shine grotesquely in the dark
Why do people say “he is in a dark place” like it’s a bad thing
Sometimes I tell people about the voices and they back away
When I realise they don’t have voices I back away
Are their lives so bland they never hear the whisper
So certain of themselves they can’t hear the roar
Do they never hear the shouting the cacophony the clamour of being
Looking out from the dark it’s easier to see what’s real and what’s not
You get left alone when it’s dark
