It's hard
The ground when
You fall down and
Land on your hands and knees
But this pain-
Burning, tearing, seething
Pain.
It's all I know, its
Become a part of meDarkness
All I can see, it
Surrounds me, yet
I can't think of life without it
Darkness-One month of good
I think I'm getting better, I-
Think I'm slowly healing
Maybe-
Maybe time really does
Heal.
But no, darkness
Comes back heavier
Comes back stronger
It becomes me.When I've lost it all
Nothing left to call my own
Not my heart, not even my own
Mind. This darkness
Is all I own.The engraved memories
Full of weapons
Full of tears
Nightmares of the past-
All I truly own
All I've ever knownBecause it's me
The darkness, the pain
The torments, the tears
They are my only possession.
It's all I ownAll I've ever-
Known.
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Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...