Darkness
Does not mind
It does not kill
Yet somehow you're dead.
Darkness
Does not care
Does not have a
Trace of conscience.
You look
For the light
You cry for help
But there it is
Sitting.
Watching.
Smiling,
At every little
Tear
At every
Scream
And every
Wave
of
Despair.
(((sept 3, 2013)))
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Hidden Poetry
PoetryInside this book, is every poem I've written in the past year. Which people apparently love to read. Give it a try if you want, but this is how i survived most days and it means a lot to me. Inside you'll read poems I've shown to friends and poems I...
