It comes at the darkest hours and seeks for me,
I try to hide but they say it can sense my soul,
It has latched itself onto me,
Wandering all the corners,
Peeling off my identity,
Giving me deep wounds which don't heal.
These contusion are invisible to mere earthlings,
And so they are inconsiderate,
Amazed by my story.
It wants to see me fail and be shattered into pieces,
So that I finally turn into grits and never come back,
However I endured it a little,
Longing for that bright light to appear,
Which gave me the courage to fight back,
But the divine rays showed sporadically,
And it whispered again into my ears,
That I'm fading for now.
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3am Chaos!
PoetryThoughts that challenge us, discourage us, make us question ourselves and haunt us . Let's talk about it . Let's know them and fight over it. This is just the first part of 3am Chaos . Hope you all like it!
