What A Poet Thinks

Eternal Darkness

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I looked at the door, waiting for the light to seep in,

     The room tainted with the darkness I breathe in;

The smiles on my face, the teardrops never left a trace,

     No one knew the girl in the crowd had demons to chase.

It was easier to dodge a question, easier to lie,

     Didn't take me much to let my emotions die;

The bad days I lived through, the good days I needed,

    I held myself together as I breathed.

Months had gone and I still did not change,

    Yet a couple of days reflect the epitome of "strange;"

My body was whole, no cuts or bruises,

    My soul, however, lost in the sea of forgotten cruises.

I sit and watch as the door finally began to open,

     The memories blinked back to the sanity I took as token;

The hope dwindling back into the body I reside,

     Beyond the door was the void that sucked me inside