When I close my eyes the dark comes in
My pulse slows down to a trickling stream
My mind stops being an endless hurricane
I can escape to a world unlike this
Where I can be surrounded by the night
In an external bliss
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The Ups and Downs of Poetry
PoetryA collection a random poems I came up with Sorry if they suck or if my spelling is bad The title pic is not mine - credits to the artist
