There are millions of stars
in this small-town sky
but I would rather be anywhere else with you.
There are too many secrets.
Too many ghosts and demons.
They come out to play
when the sun sets.
Hands reaching, grasping, gripping,
they try to pull me back into the darkness
I have spent years trying to escape.
I can't let them take me over again.
I might never get back up.
But something begs me to go back.
Back to the comfort of lying in a dark room,
clothes discarded on the floor.
Head spinning
either from liquor or lies
and the sliver of false hope
that everything was
under control.
But it wasn't.
I was never in control
of these words and these beings
that roam around my thoughts
day in and day out.
They took me like a thief
in the night,
dressed in black, face covered,
feet tiptoeing up the stairs.
They're at my door.
My door isn't locked
but they don't even need a key.
How do you banish monsters
if they live inside your head?
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Rays in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
