how the dark consumes
how bones ache
how a spirit crawls away
scraping both knees
where did the light go
i am alone in the dark
wishing again
to wither away
from this awful plane
keep waiting
for some news
of an awful thing
because
this awful thing
that lives inside
scritch scratching at my
thighs and wrists
cannot escape
without an excuse
my mind alone
is not a worthy enough
awful thing
to justify another
awful thing
at that point
its just selfish
isn't it
to suffer for no cause
at least
an awful thing
could give reason
instead of just
admitting
my mind
is an awful thing
alone
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digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
