I used to find comfort in the darkness of night .
It was like a soft blanket or a warm hug. Waiting for me every night I loved it.
Until now it pulls me in and it is not kind and sweet no not at all.
Now the darkness feels like a million bricks attached to my foot and I am slowly sinking down into the dark abyss.
It fills me with worry and hatred all at the same time.
There is no way to escape it.
For darkness is the one thing that is endless . It hides in the corners of your room it follows you wherever you go.
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The Brave and the Broken
PoetryA collection of my poems all in one place , these poems are about a lot of things but mainly focus on love and hardship.
