The night brings darkness
And with it the fear
That my demise
Is drawing near
Not that of
My given choice
Some outside force
Without a voice
Without a warning
I will disappear
And for those left
For those I most fear
I am a stick of dynamite
On end is dark
The other is dangerously close
To another spark
The spark is my mind
And it's a loaded gun
The trigger is shaky
And now I can't run
I know I'd never pull it
I do not want to die
So why can't I pull away
Why is the safety off tonight?
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Mourning Skies
RastgeleDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts
