Whispers Of The Dark : (A Set Of Poems)

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She did not want to be afraid of the darkness anymore..
How could she ? It was the perfect cloak she could ask for...

A cloth that covered her tears..
A cloak that masked her fears..

Where her sobs that wracked the night couldn't be heard..
Where no one could see the pain she incurred..

Where no one could feel her trembling hands unsteadily shake..
Where no one could be there to soothe the ache..

Oh but alas! She was terrified of the dark...
Cause with it the pain would start..

And even when she pleaded for it to be over..
Or gripped the rail tightly as she convulsed forward...

Or when  she whispered over and over again " Please, I can't handle it"...
She knew there was something happening to her... something that did not fit...

But so was the night like every other in the eight month..
A night which would start with tears and end with cries for a miracle just for once...