Not sure how long it's supposed to go on
Or who keeps winning or losing
But the fight against every inch of the dark side
Has become nothing but abusing.
On a quiet day its as if it has accepted defeat
Dawning on the possibility of a peaceful forever
The comfort behind each and every rainy day
And the warm spells of yellow from always to never
That is until...it all comes back, determined to find a way
Lights switch off and the coldness creeps in
And the darkness once again arrives
Hand in hand with its destructive sin
Sometimes it's neither
Nothing is wrong but nothing is right
Almost as if it was the quiet before the storm
Waiting on the worst possible moment to strike
Sounds manageable...until the fear sets in
The anticipation of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
What's worse is you can't put a name to the feeling
It's unexplainable and impossible to stop
So, you wait.
And wait.
And in figuring out the different ways you're broken
Not only do you realize you're too far gone
But the damage was far beyond repair.
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Silent Mind
PoetryA collection of poems, prose, maybe short stories. Heartbreak, loss of self, grief...