Have you ever encountered utter darkness?
The kind where you can't even see your own hand in front of your face?
The darkness where anything might be lurking,
Waiting for you to trip so that Anything can devour you
Before your blood runs cold?
The type of darkness where DANGER and KEEP OUT are posted,
But, of course, you can't see it.
You are annihilated before made aware of the enemy.
This darkness?
This darkness is my mind.
And the enemy is my own thoughts.
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Dancing from the Page
PoetryA collection of poetry and maybe some prompts on random subjects. It's probably going to get weird. Don't get confused by the ducklings.
