Sometimes I catch myself
Longing for the dark
I nurse it, carry it in my arms
Never letting anyone get close
It makes me feel normal
It justifies what couldn't be
That I am cold
That I am hard as concrete
That I am not what I want
Then the dark becomes too heavy
It becomes a burden
Too much to bear
And I let it drop
Let it shatter to pieces at my feet
Let it reveal what makes it beautiful
So I can finally see
That the dark isn't bad at all
It's a necessity
It's a fuel to keep me going
To keep me sane
It then collects itself at my feet
Waiting, biding time
For when I start longing for it
Enough to pick it up
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Thoughts on the Train
PoetryAn hour in the morning. An hour at night. I take the train to and from work six days a week. Sometimes I read or watch videos on my phone to pass the time. Other times, when my mind grows quiet, words start stringing out of me like rabbits in a magi...
